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.