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.