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.