RUBY TEARS OF A FALLEN ANGEL

The heavens wept solemnly, their celestial tears raining like molten ruby. Each drop, a speck of lost innocence, landed on the shattered feathers of an angel cast. He lay helpless, his once radiant form now dimmed by grief. The crimson tears, a symbol of his fall, sparkled in the moonlight. A murmur carried on the wind, revealing a tale of ambition