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.