My tale of last poem

My tale of the last poem,

For other maybe scared to it,

I may welcome it with my arms,

Smiling at it and happy to end other's misery,

For I long awaited for you,

Night and day had gone praying to be answered,

For it took so long to be answered,

I welcome thy wid warm arms,

A tight hug to end this all,

For this soul has tortured many,

Take it away,

Nurtured it in the depths of hell,

For it deserved to be there,

For it deserved to be there,

Let me welcome you with warm arms,

And together we end this all along. . .