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.