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.