Hardly Armageddon

His demons woke him up To look at their Armageddon Pleased that it was too late Hoping he would despair. He being a hero Knew he could fix things So he concentrated on rebuilding immediately Glad he had grown. Armageddon? Hardly. He would rejuvenate, reinvent. His demons were laughing, not realizing Optimism was stirring his imagination. He had conquered them Instead of reaching for a bottle He picked up a pen. His new found therapy.