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.