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.