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.