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.