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.