The Sin City

Here, I could fall in love
with a splendid snake.
My plain soul longs for style
and fades into a rippling mirror.

It is fine to get lost
among enticements
Everything wears infinite hues,
each speaks volumes of glamour.

In gleaming colors, the snake swallows the sky.
The tree from the Garden falls.

Will I stay or leave?
My skin is thinner,
I battle with the love of sin,
and become sinful.

The sun turns itself
into a giant sizzling apple.