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.