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.