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.