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.