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.