RUBY TEARS OF A FALLEN ANGEL

The heavens wept piteously, their celestial tears flowing like molten gold. Each drop, a glimmer of lost innocence, landed on the shattered aureole of an angel deposed. He lay broken, his once radiant being now tarnished by despair. The scarlet tears, a symbol of his fall, shimmered in the moonlight. A sigh carried on the wind, revealing a tale of