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.