Faith is a peculiar beast, Her entity rather mysterious. Some say she is nearly deceased, Others deem that she is delirious. Faith and reason were never on friendly terms, And, as the legend goes… Faith’s spine was more brittle than firm, She was weak and saturated with woe. Reason was a mighty horrid brute, He had a jaw lined with a thousand fangs. His skin was slimy as that of a newt, When he yawned, he let his filthy tongue hang. The villagers were frightened of Reason, So they followed his laws like timid sheep. Rebellion was more severe than treason, Those who revolted were too anxious to sleep. Generations of villagers were in sorrow, Led blindly through life in fear. Aware of the perils planned for tomorrow, But oblivious of how dull or severe. One day, Faith was lolling under the sun, While a few local men dawdled by. They halted and hollered just for fun, Faith drooped her eyelids and let out a sigh. “Why do you tease me like so?” Faith questione