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.