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.