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.