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.