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.