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.