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.