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.