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.