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.