“You decide exactly what the quilt label says—every word is yours.”
Buffy
In the town of Sunnydale, on All Hallows' Eve,
Buffy patrols the night, so the townsfolk can breathe.
With stakes sharp and ready, and her wit just as keen,
She faces down demons, on this night so serene.
Victor
In the chill of Halloween's eerie night,
Victor Frankenstein toiled by flickering light.
With bolts and with stitches, a creature he made,
A patchwork of shadows, in the moon's silver glade.
Damien
In the heart of the night where the cold winds howl,
Lies a lonely old house where the dark things prowl.
With shutters that bang and doors that creak,
It's the home of the spirits that dare not speak.
Sebrina
Witches dance through the night with delight,
Around and around the cauldron's fiery light.
Concocting lethal potions with all their might,
Until totally exhausted at dawn's first eerie light.