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.