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.