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.