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.