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.