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.