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.