There lived in a forest of poplars a witch who bewitched all who gazed upon her with a deadly charm. Men fell for her lush lips, which were vivid against the snowy white of her face. Her deep, round eyes bore in their cast the resplendent rays of golden sunshine. Yet it was mere illusion: the delusions of a people obsessed with pursuits pertaining to the flesh. Then there wandered into her haunt a man, confused and exhausted, and he looked full into her gaze and lived to tell the tale.