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.