An empty shell crumbles to dust, under a ghastly moon. What remains is barely there, a shadow of a cocoon...

Built to be a fortress but washed away at the end of the day

Hotels are red, houses are green. The poorest neighborhood used to be purple in the US, but now is uniformly brown. The richest is dark blue. Four railroads are uniformly spaced and the jail is in a corner. Roll the dice and move your marker to solve this riddle.

As you rise, my teeth tame the tumults upon your mind, while the queen of sweet stays asleep, her voice confined.

Red houses are red, White houses are white, But I'm not named after the color of my exterior. In fact, I don't have a color of my own.