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.