A Prayer for a World Without Magic

Oh, hallowed gods of lights above, and fires down below-
We call to those who've forgotten more than we'll ever know.
Oh, those we've fed our newborns to while crying out your names:
We beg for some more time to save our world from the flames.

Oh, blessed ones of chariots and golden beings of light:
We've burned all the magic out, starting eternal night.
We built the biggest bombs and worse weapons of war.
We dug deep inside the world and then we wanted more.

My gods above, the ancient ones, I beg you hear our plea-
Out of the world, deep underground, the daemons came to be.
They feed on all our darkest deeds, attracted to our hate
And yet, somehow, they're worse than us: twisted in every way.

Oh, sacred gods of fires below and lights shining above-
Only you possess the magic to protect the world we don't love.
Oh, jealous spirits of our own minds that we're beholden to:
The daemons come for us tonight as we pray to you.