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.