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.