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.