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.