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.