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.