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.