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.