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.