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.