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.