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.