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.