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.