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.