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.