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.