They are the dreameater moths
Published in
1 min readJul 23, 2018
Fluttering in the edgewise gap between this world and the fantasy realm
Quivering ominously on gauzy nebula-wings they chitter wordlessly
They are the dreameater moths
Nibbling holes in aspirations, chewing up hopes
Warbling all the while
Half-eaten ambitions, devoured desires
They feast, and they sing
Consuming delusion and delight alike
Strange songs, these make — strange songs from strange beasts
They are the dreameater moths
Protect yours from them
