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.