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.