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.