Good work.

"(where i was god and god drowned you)"

Love that for some reason. Don't know why, it just really hit me hard.

"had been offered poems and pillows,
clouds and wings,
but what you chose,
they could not, to be enclosed
in this single black book.
its pages unread and rolling
like many tongues,
speaking our fire, our brimstone

your heart and your home."

This whole last stanza is astounding. Beautiful.

Ha, ha. Satan shall never fall to a false god.
(Satanist here)

"Trailing the shattered stars." Absolutely stunning imagery! Wow!

"A bag of tattered thorns." Heart-wrenching!

"This abbreviation of grandeur." AMAZING METAPHOR!

This poem is incredible. It's allusion to 'The Fallen Angels' really adds a sense of history and majesty to it, but I like that the poem also applies to romance. GREAT WORK! :D