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.