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.