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.