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.