Death's Head Moth Socks

    Isled in the midnight air,
    Musked with the dark's faint bloom,
    Out into glooming and secret haunts
    The flame cries, 'Come!'

    Lovely in dye and fan,
    A-tremble in shimmering grace,
    A moth from her winter swoon
    Uplifts her face:

    Stares from her glamorous eyes;
    Wafts her on plumes like mist;
    In ecstasy swirls and sways
    To her strange tryst.

~Walter de la Mare

Unisex. US women's size 6 to men's size 11. 85% combed cotton, 13% nylon, 2% spandex with squishy reinforced heel and toe.