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.