We are the real monsters of the crowd. Children sing and play amongst the nightmares and beasts that stalk their dreams. Merrily skipping alongside the fiends and villains they have come to fear. Blissfully aided by guardians, heroes, heroines and legends. Yet it is avail. For the nature behind the mask has been revealed. The elastics of costumes will only stretch so far. It is the weak who often impersonate the strong. Hopelessly acting as a triumph against the forces of evil. Over time this trend has not come to pass. As children all gather 'round to consume their reward, they remove their masks. Setting aside their false shields, swords, weapons and projectiles. We don't.