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.