...but the evil ones, as the myth tells, discovered a terrible secret about the maiden: Almost from her very birth had she, at the hands of her sorceress guardian, been nurtured on poisons and made an instrument of retribution. She herself was the deadliest of poisons. Poison was her essence of life - the perfume of her breath blasted the very air. Her love would have been poison - her embrace death.
~I would fain have been loved, not feared~