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.