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.