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.