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.