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.