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.