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.