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.