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.