SCARLET TEARS OF A FALLEN ANGEL

The heavens wept solemnly, their celestial tears raining like molten gold. Each drop, a shard of lost glory, landed on the shattered aureole of an angel fallen. He lay helpless, his once radiant being now tarnished by anguish. The crimson tears, a manifestation of his tragedy, glistened in the moonlight. kolla här A sigh carried on the wind, telli