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.