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.