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.