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.