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.