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.