RUBY TEARS OF A FALLEN ANGEL

The heavens wept solemnly, their celestial tears dripping like molten copper. Each drop, a glimmer of lost glory, landed on the shattered aureole of an angel deposed. He lay broken, his once radiant form now dimmed by anguish. The scarlet tears, a symbol of his fall, glistened in the gloaming. A whisper carried on the wind, narrating a tale of lust