The Final Page

I gathered up my underestimated armies  
of punctuation and chosen letters,
proceeding to turn the heaviest page.
I dot my anticipation with an ellipses...
practicing the secretive art of cliff hanging,  
finger tips slipping, slipping, gone.
 
The final-fatal-page is set unyielding.
It stares adamant minded and thick skinned,  
thrumming with seductive enigma temptations.
I feel Cupids thrill through the papyrus,
an extra helping of lightning zeal from  
Zeus electrifies my blood fierce.
Future is a waiting game.
 
Eventually the weight lifts.
Adrenaline curls in on herself  
increasing heart rate by 50%,  
kick-starting expected reactions.
One sentence drains my blood sallow,
closing in on my arteries  
as steel shock.
"The End"