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.