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.