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.