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.