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.