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.