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.