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.