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.