Parable Sonnet

parable sonnets I was flying high, yet it was hot my wings tired spotted a well flew down and sat by its side. By leaning forward, I could see my reflection in the clear water. A dark shadow pushed me, fell into the well. I looked up but, the evil was not there and the sun was westward bound, taking with it the daylight. I had sharp talons clawed my way up to the rim of the well. Night, evil sat by the fireside reading a book of magic. I tore its eyes out, the scream brought thunder and hailstone. The evil ran outside to cool the eyes he no longer had. It fell into the well and called for help. What could I do a bird with silky feathers? I flew up to the sky, the scream of anguish bore the suffering of humankind echoed through the galaxy.