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.