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.