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.