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.