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.