When I read Jabberwocky I always have this urge to visualise a Mome Rath as some giant mothish creature.
When I saw this on my ceiling last night I thought there might be some hidden beauty within its wings.
Instead I found this warty creature with no colour and no redeeming features.
So totally Gothy Emo.
I spent the rest of the night lying awake in dread, waiting to be outgrabed!