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.