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.