at first they think  they hear  a   
  bird, an elusive call  they can't   
  place, and they will linger. lured  
  by the trills (we create synthetic  
  trills to saturate and confuse the  
   senses) they  edge nearer.  until  
  they are suddenly too close. then   
  our full call in all it's majesty,  
  piercing them and enflaming a fake  
   love   to   drench  all  others!   
                                      
                        
                                      
                        
                                      
   and then, we  quickly  pull away   
  that new love, and  they shall be   
  like  moths,  searching  for  any   
  glimmer, anything to nurture  this  
   new and  fiery  need we instilled  
      in      their     hearts.