Beneath the moonlit sky, where shadows creep, Unveil your ride's dark secrets, let them seep. October Rust Rose Thorns, they call the name, Gothic car adornments, a twisted game. In the realm of auto, a custom spin, Seat covers like a sin, where darkness begins. Thick polyester, top-tier and strong, A tribute to Steele, where you belong. Car's heart adorned, in thorns it's dressed, A pair of covers, an eternal quest. Elastic embrace, tool-free and true, Type O's spirit, woven into you. Ride…