SCARLET TEARS OF A FALLEN ANGEL

The heavens wept piteously, their celestial tears flowing like molten gold. Each drop, a shard of lost innocence, landed on the shattered aureole of an angel deposed. He lay helpless, his once radiant being now shadowed by grief. The ruby tears, a manifestation of his tragedy, sparkled in the moonlight. A murmur carried on the wind, telling a tale