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.