RUBY TEARS OF A FALLEN ANGEL

The heavens wept piteously, their celestial tears raining läs mer like molten ruby. Each drop, a shard of lost glory, landed on the shattered feathers of an angel fallen. He lay helpless, his once radiant form now dimmed by despair. The crimson tears, a reminder of his fall, sparkled in the moonlight. A sigh carried on the wind, telling a tale of