• • • In the bleak embrace of October's rust,
    • Where thorns and roses intertwine, we trust.
    • A set of two, a Gothic delight,
    • Seat covers for your car, veiled in the night.

    Crafted in shadows from polyester's deep,

    A high-quality weave, secrets it shall keep.

    Installation swift, like a vampire's kiss,

    With a black back cover, it's pure abyss.

    But beware, my friend, heed this gloomy lore,

    These covers shan't dance where airbags soar.

    Identical designs, in darkness they gleam,

    A pair of secrets, like a forbidden dream.

    One order, two covers, they come as a pair,

    In the moonlight's embrace, an eerie affair.

    And when they grow weary, stained by the night's sin,

    Fear not, for they're machine washable within.