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.