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.