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.