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.