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.