Rendering An Ending World Poem by Benjamin Feliciano

The world was ending last night
And I was championed as hero.
Instead I chose to go to you.
I saw your shadow below Escher stairs
And jumped banisters to cheat depth perception.
We hid behind locked doors from those who would pursue,
As your lips pressed to my head.
We held hands like Marla and the jack with no name,
And sang like Nero played.
When the scent of burning steel
And rain of glass
Reach where we once stood,
It will be too late.