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.