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.