RUBY TEARS OF A FALLEN ANGEL

The heavens wept solemnly, their celestial tears dripping like molten copper. Each drop, a glimmer of lost innocence, landed on the shattered aureole of an angel fallen. He lay helpless, his once radiant appearance now shadowed by anguish. The crimson tears, a symbol of his tragedy, glistened in the gloaming. A murmur carried on the wind, revealing