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.