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.