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.