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.