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.