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.