SCARLET TEARS OF A FALLEN ANGEL

The heavens wept fiercely, their celestial tears flowing like molten gold. Each drop, a speck of lost innocence, landed on the shattered feathers of an angel cast. He lay helpless, his once radiant being now dimmed by anguish. The scarlet tears, a reminder of his fall, glistened in the gloaming. A murmur carried on the wind, telling a tale of lust