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.