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.