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.