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.