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.