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.