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.