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.