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.