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.