RUBY TEARS OF A FALLEN ANGEL

The heavens wept piteously, their celestial tears dripping like molten copper. Each drop, a speck of lost innocence, landed on the shattered feathers of an angel fallen. He lay defeated, his once radiant being now shadowed by grief. The crimson tears, a symbol of his tragedy, shimmered in the gloaming. A whisper carried on the wind, telling a tale