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.