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.