RUBY TEARS OF A FALLEN ANGEL

The heavens wept solemnly, their celestial tears dripping like molten copper. Each drop, a shard of lost glory, landed on the shattered aureole of an angel deposed. He lay broken, his once radiant form now dimmed by grief. The crimson tears, a symbol of his fall, glistened in the gloaming. A murmur carried on the wind, narrating a tale of pride and