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.