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.