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.