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.