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.