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.