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.