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.