Of monsters and men

Of monsters and men, they come out from their slumber.
People, oh so many people.
A sleepy head with his face in the clouds
People, oh so many people.

Bright lights from under the door,
Monsters, oh so many monsters.
A battle in their eyes and defeat under their nails
Monsters, oh so many monsters.

Riding their horses, wailing that cry
Children, oh so many children.
Garlic stakes and silver mirrors in abundance
Children, oh so many children.

Of monsters and men, they come out from their slumber.
Stories, oh so many stories.
Emotions galore and morality in denial
Stories, oh so many stories.

The desert penguins make their castles in sand
and the fishes of paradise curse in harmony.
What can we do, say the beasts of leisure.
The burden is not ours to bear but yours to fear.

And, just like that, the sun peeks with a clean slate and an empty heart.

If words that are written on a sheet of paper are unread, does that mean they were never written.?