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.