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.