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.