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.