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.