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.