Fire From a Stick (Acrostic Sonnet)

From o'er the distant mountain tops arose;
In dreary and dark caves they called their home,
Ruddy little men with horns for a nose
E'er watched the land where the Bangaloons roam.

Friendly, beautiful, but not quite that smart
Runs like an cheetah, but sleeps like a bear.
Only cares about movies, music, art;
Might seemed stressed, but it doesn't have a care.

Attacks deer by day, sleeps soundly by night
Scares all men, women, and children alike.
The Bangaloons are ruled over by fright
In fear they live from the men with the spike

Can they be saved from repetitive fate?
Know something, Dave? It's starting to get late.