The Feast

Do not ask of me futures 
Delivery me presence 
Potential is losses 
Winning's not hence 

Fence mend neighbors 
But open my doors 
Push the delights 
Onto the floor 

We shall sit 
We do feast
Gestures aloft 
Pledges for beasts 

Furtive we're not 
Aloud do we speak 
Frequent this spot 
Now is our peak