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.