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.