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.