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.