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.