RUBY TEARS OF A FALLEN ANGEL

The heavens wept piteously, their celestial tears flowing like molten copper. Each drop, a shard of lost glory, landed on the shattered feathers of an angel fallen. He lay helpless, his once radiant being now tarnished by despair. The scarlet tears, a symbol of his fall, shimmered in the moonlight. A murmur carried on the wind, revealing a tale of