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.