RUBY TEARS OF A FALLEN ANGEL

The heavens wept fiercely, their celestial tears flowing like molten gold. Each drop, a shard of lost glory, landed on the shattered wings of an angel deposed. He lay helpless, his once radiant being now shadowed by despair. The ruby tears, a manifestation of his fall, sparkled in the gloaming. A whisper carried on the wind, telling a tale of lust