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.