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.