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.