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.