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.