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.