RUBY TEARS OF A FALLEN ANGEL

The heavens wept fiercely, their celestial tears flowing like molten ruby. Each drop, a speck of lost glory, landed on the shattered feathers of an angel fallen. He lay broken, his once radiant being now shadowed by grief. The crimson tears, a reminder of his tragedy, glistened in the twilight. A murmur carried on the wind, telling a tale of pride