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.