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.