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.