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.