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.