RUBY TEARS OF A FALLEN ANGEL

The heavens wept piteously, their celestial tears dripping like molten gold. Each drop, a shard of lost glory, landed on the shattered aureole of an angel fallen. He lay broken, his once radiant form now shadowed by anguish. The ruby tears, a reminder of his fall, shimmered in the twilight. A whisper carried on the wind, telling a tale of ambition