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.