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.