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.