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.