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.