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.