lithium, the eternal death
You are a WITCH who runneth over with ichor and honey. You are an unrepentant trickster, resting on rainbows and conning chumps out of their coin. Your magic spawns from a crack in the sidewalk. You hear the whispers of the dead in the leaves, the reeds, the willow trees.  AS ABOVE, SO BELOW; AS BELOW, SO ABOVE!