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.