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.