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.