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.