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.