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.