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.