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.