Inevitable Justice

(Your chickens always come home to roost.) My soul cries out each time I see your face. My hunger for your love does not abate. Though I'm chagrined at how my pulses race desire burns and sucker bites the bait. You dangle me, a puppet on a chain, in shame, I dance around you like a flame. As turmoil reigns, my tears stream down like rain; raw wounds cut deep while you enjoy the game. But time will bring your chickens home to roost and future pill will be a bitter brine. Perhaps someday your heart will be seduced as you succumb to Casanova's line. For then will Lucifer raw fate assign, and my atonement taste like peace divine?