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.