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.