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.