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.