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.