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.