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.