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.