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.