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.