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.