RUBY TEARS OF A FALLEN ANGEL

The heavens wept solemnly, their celestial tears dripping like molten ruby. Each drop, a glimmer of lost glory, landed on the shattered feathers of an angel fallen. He lay defeated, his once radiant form now shadowed by anguish. The scarlet tears, a symbol of his fall, sparkled in the gloaming. A sigh carried on the wind, telling a tale of ambition