RUBY TEARS OF A FALLEN ANGEL

The heavens wept piteously, their celestial tears raining like molten ruby. Each drop, a shard of lost grace, landed on the shattered aureole of an angel deposed. He lay defeated, his once radiant form now shadowed by anguish. The crimson tears, a symbol of his fall, sparkled in the moonlight. A murmur carried on the wind, revealing a tale of pride