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.