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.