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.