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.