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.