Mothman Prophecies

Dirty old rags;
   Soiled skin
Canines showing
In his eternal grin
   In my nights everyday
He comes
Speak not words
   But of wisdom
Things so many
He utters
   Then walks away
Leaving new dawn behind
Nights pass by this life
   - A remnant of dreams
Rumination of thoughts
To seek answer
   From him, the mothman
The mothman of my dreams
So hath come
   And speakth
In language I don't speak
"Th elo ve yo u seek
   Is ha rdt ofind"
cruciverbalist you are
if you reveal them best
   but when you would
this prediction be late
and you be left behind..

.. Ichthys..