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.