RUBY TEARS OF A FALLEN ANGEL

The heavens wept piteously, their få mer info celestial tears raining like molten gold. Each drop, a speck of lost glory, landed on the shattered aureole of an angel fallen. He lay helpless, his once radiant form now tarnished by grief. The scarlet tears, a symbol of his tragedy, glistened in the moonlight. A murmur carried on the wind, narrating