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.