CRIMSON TEARS OF A FALLEN ANGEL

The heavens wept fiercely, their celestial tears flowing like molten ruby. Each drop, a speck of lost innocence, landed on the shattered wings of an angel deposed. He lay defeated, his once radiant form now tarnished by despair. The få mer info ruby tears, a symbol of his fall, shimmered in the moonlight. A whisper carried on the wind, narrating a