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.