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.