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.