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.