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.