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.