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.