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 closer.  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  created   
       in     their     hearts.