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.