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.