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.