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.