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.