RUBY TEARS OF A FALLEN ANGEL

The heavens wept solemnly, their celestial tears raining like molten copper. Each drop, a shard of lost grace, landed on the shattered feathers of an angel fallen. He lay broken, his once radiant being now tarnished by despair. The ruby tears, a symbol of his fall, glistened in the gloaming. A sigh carried on the wind, telling a tale of lust and it