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.