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.