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.