You've met Vyllon in Spooky Season

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.