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.