Natalee May.

"There once was a witch from Frogpond
A small village with labyrinthine roads and nothing more
At the bottom of her garden was a weathered old shed
Enshrouded in cobweb and shadows of the dead

The witch was a hundred and eighty two
Disguised as a bright eyed thing
She drank potions and the blood of rats
Summoned to kill them was her ruby eyed cat

Seasons passed and the white haired harpy
Grew tired of spells and hexes
She set the lair ablaze and fled to a cairn on the moors
Her presence a distant whisper that lingered on the tors"

The Tangled Wood Tales