SCARLET TEARS OF A FALLEN ANGEL

The heavens wept piteously, their celestial tears dripping like molten copper. Each drop, a shard of lost innocence, landed on the shattered feathers of an angel cast. He lay broken, his once radiant form now dimmed by grief. The scarlet tears, a symbol of his tragedy, glistened in the gloaming. A murmur carried on the wind, telling a tale of lust