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.