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.