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.