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.