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.