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.