Pan to pan with the grim reaper, you are terrified: <br />In his hollow blinkers there's nothing but a damned shame. <br />He nods to you, and you follow into his footsteps with a joyride <br />Still wishing he stopped playing that cat and mouse game. <br />''No mortal has ever escaped from my lockup, '' you hear, <br />''There's a prophecy about the one who might rule over my reign. <br />If he guesses my real name, he can be immortal and dispel fear. <br />I'll have to lay down my scythe and hourglass feeling no pain. <br />And since I cannot die, I'll be imprisoned by the deathless for ages <br />Until the human race gets sick and tired of its immortality, <br />And then you will come to unlock the double steel cages <br />To set me loose, and no one shall survive a calamity.'' <br />When your tick-tock started beating again, you gave a gasp <br />For breath, wondering if he did grant you extra time.<br /><br />Aram Stefanian<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/extra-time/
