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.