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.