RUBY TEARS OF A FALLEN ANGEL

The heavens wept solemnly, their celestial tears flowing like molten ruby. Each drop, a speck of lost innocence, landed on the shattered aureole of an angel fallen. He lay broken, his once radiant form now tarnished by grief. The crimson tears, a symbol of his fall, shimmered in the twilight. A murmur carried on the wind, telling a tale of lust and