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.