RUBY TEARS OF A FALLEN ANGEL

The heavens wept fiercely, their celestial tears flowing like molten gold. Each drop, a shard of lost grace, landed on the shattered feathers of an angel cast. He lay broken, his once radiant being now dimmed by anguish. The crimson tears, a symbol of his betrayal, shimmered in the moonlight. A murmur carried on the wind, revealing a tale of pride