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.