RUBY TEARS OF A FALLEN ANGEL

The heavens wept piteously, their celestial tears raining like molten ruby. Each drop, a shard of lost grace, landed on the shattered aureole of an angel deposed. He lay helpless, his once radiant form now dimmed by grief. The crimson tears, a reminder of his tragedy, sparkled in the twilight. A murmur carried on the wind, revealing a tale of lust