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.