Period Personified

I am the period, the rest, The pause; that period when Ladies wore masks of gauze And kings, their followers Lesser men, dabbed the dot Full stop with pen And in some secret microdots, FBI and commies played, games Of intrigue (taxpayer paid) Then further down the page You’ll see, a broad ellipsis …Three times me It signifies a break or fit, Perhaps when writer tires Of script But now in modern times We see, they’ve gone and Pixolated me There on screen, no longer ink, No pages rest by kitchen sink So flip the leafs? No wait, just think! Point your finger, download link. Written for Personification Contest 24/9/15