RUBY TEARS OF A FALLEN ANGEL

The heavens wept piteously, their celestial tears raining like molten gold. Each drop, a shard of lost grace, landed on the shattered aureole of an angel fallen. He lay broken, his once radiant form now dimmed by despair. The crimson tears, a reminder of his tragedy, shimmered in the moonlight. A sigh carried on the wind, narrating a tale of pride