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.