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.