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.