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.