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.