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.