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.