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.