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.