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.