RUBY TEARS OF A FALLEN ANGEL

The heavens wept piteously, their celestial tears flowing like molten gold. Each drop, a shard of lost glory, landed on the shattered wings of an angel cast. He lay broken, his once radiant being now tarnished by despair. The crimson tears, a reminder of his tragedy, sparkled in the gloaming. A murmur carried on the wind, telling a tale of ambition