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 feathers of an angel deposed. He lay helpless, his once radiant form now dimmed by despair. The crimson tears, a manifestation of his tragedy, glistened in the moonlight. A murmur carried on the wind, telling a