RUBY TEARS OF A FALLEN ANGEL

The heavens wept piteously, their celestial tears flowing like molten copper. Each drop, a glimmer of lost grace, landed on the shattered aureole of an angel fallen. He lay defeated, his once radiant being now tarnished by despair. The scarlet tears, a symbol of his tragedy, glistened in the moonlight. A murmur carried on the wind, narrating a tale