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.