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.