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.