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.