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.