RUBY TEARS OF A FALLEN ANGEL

The heavens wept fiercely, their celestial tears raining like molten ruby. Each drop, a speck of lost innocence, landed on the shattered aureole of an angel cast. He lay helpless, his once radiant being now shadowed by grief. The ruby tears, a symbol of his tragedy, shimmered in the gloaming. A whisper carried on the wind, narrating a tale of lust