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.