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.