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.