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.