You wanted Magic
Location
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