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.