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.