In October's chill, 'neath a ghostly moon,
I met Vyllon, a shadowy boon.
Eyes that gleamed with secrets deep,
Whispers of haunts, making hearts leap.
Together we tread where phantoms roam,
Vyllon's presence, a chilling tome.
In the spookiest month, where shadows play,
With Vyllon, I danced the fears away.