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.