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.