Extra Time Poem by Aram Stefanian

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