RUBY TEARS OF A FALLEN ANGEL

The heavens kolla här 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 form now shadowed by despair. The crimson tears, a symbol of his fall, shimmered in the gloaming. A whisper carried on the wind, telling a tale