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.