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.