RUBY TEARS OF A FALLEN ANGEL

The heavens wept piteously, their celestial tears dripping like molten copper. Each drop, a shard of lost innocence, landed on the shattered wings of an angel cast. He lay defeated, his once radiant form now tarnished by despair. The crimson tears, a symbol of his fall, shimmered in the gloaming. A sigh carried on the wind, narrating a tale of lust