You wanted Magic

Spider, Blood-Sucker no more

Webs, infinite connections, brushed away

Fields, Lines, in the sky,

Bearing down on Highways

I need Fields and Lines too

These ones though,

Cannot Feel them

Cannot See them

Ghosts, powerful ones 

Kept in tune with the Coil

Round and Round it goes

Yet the Reach is Eternally outward

In the Fields Lightning flows

Cloaked, but there

From one Field, one Coil, to another

Power Transfers to the other Hand

Lightning in your palm now, not the Spider