RUBY TEARS OF A FALLEN ANGEL

The heavens wept solemnly, their celestial tears dripping like molten gold. Each drop, a speck of lost glory, landed on the shattered aureole of an angel fallen. He lay broken, his once radiant form now shadowed by grief. The crimson tears, a manifestation of his betrayal, shimmered in the moonlight. A murmur carried on the wind, telling a tale of