Baking days and desolate nights

Baking days and desolate nights
Well enshrined from far off lights
By daunting minarets high above
Scarce the flutter of a passing dove
Raging storms that rise to heights
Promises engulf in lasting blights
Alien lands stretch all around
How far away life’s muffled sound

Amid sandy land and strewn rocks
Lies Auburn curls with lil’ Goldilocks

Adorned in shards and twisted steel
By contorted circle of a rides wheel
Got with useless shekel’s, pounds
Soaked and ruddy distant mounds
Never a murmur shall escape
From a treacherous landscape
Lie both together clipped wing
Like in life never to ask a thing

Amid sandy land and strewn rocks
Lies Auburn curls with lil’ Goldilocks

All they knew was care and give
for else to love and solemnly live
yanked by fate for heaven’s delight
angel’s abode and nameless sight
the best aloft in earnest leave
sprouting soaked hearts sieve
left behind in sobs and heave
streaming tears, eternal grieve

Amid sandy stretch of strewn rocks
Lies Auburn curls with lil’ Goldilocks