Tone Poem

In the sanctuary Of private rhetoricy When a bustling crowd intrudes Where rival ship meets no incentive To impale its reckless course (1? 2? 3? 4) Where all is lulled To peace and quiet Is of all places The most appropriate To illuminate The sparkling fires of love And receive in turn the electro-darts Of sweet devotion Doo doo dee dah dee doo doo Sparkling fires Electro-darts