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.