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.