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.