No more Valentine's

I looked up into the sky for I felt rain touch my cheek on a sunny day, as I looked up I saw an angel fall from the sky. It hit the ground with a sickening splat, blood painted the ground an angry red. In his head was a band and eyes his eyes there was death. For even an angel can't withstand a fall from heaven above. As I kept looking at him I saw that its wings had been cut, his quiver and bow laid in the ground next to his lifeless body. That's when I realized that it wasn't rained it was the blood from his wings that had stained my cheeks, it was a sight I couldn't believe, Cupid was death.