Pre Christian nature dweller and lover ascending out of the damp dungeon I call my witches lair, because I am the Wicked Witch, feeling the vibration and bob of the rhythm of the wind currents on my broom gliding through the arid ecosystem, ready to blast of with my sound waves formulating in the pistons of my thyroid. Yes yes Wicked Witch of the purest Avalonian mist and Ravens flight in da house. 7:51