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.