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.