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 feathers of an angel deposed. He lay broken, his once radiant appearance now dimmed by despair. The ruby tears, a symbol of his tragedy, sparkled in the moonlight. A sigh carried on the wind, telling a tale of pride