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.