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.