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.