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.