RUBY TEARS OF A FALLEN ANGEL

The heavens wept piteously, their celestial tears raining like molten gold. Each drop, a speck of lost glory, landed on the shattered feathers of an angel fallen. He lay broken, his once radiant being now shadowed by grief. The scarlet tears, a symbol of his betrayal, sparkled in the gloaming. A whisper carried on the wind, narrating a tale of lust