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.