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.