RUBY TEARS OF A FALLEN ANGEL

The heavens wept fiercely, their celestial tears flowing like molten gold. Each drop, a shard of lost innocence, landed on the shattered wings of an angel deposed. He lay broken, his once radiant form now shadowed by despair. The scarlet tears, a reminder of his tragedy, sparkled in the moonlight. A sigh carried on the wind, telling a tale of lust