Alaric, the jewel of the night, the stranger of the delight.
On thine forums thou doth roam, from thy frothy mouth doth foam.
Though this is sure to disturb, yet not alone does it porturb.
That I gregory to the left.
When nothing left is but deft.
I know not from which leaf I can live by. In the summer sky so real.
The people from 9 to 3 know how to call to you. Like they know how to call to me.
Original story pls dont steal