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.