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.