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.