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