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.