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.