Can a city be evil? Not the people that live within its boundaries but the city itself.
Dark shadows caress the windows, vlred down brick even as the sun glares down. Charred jagged towers spear the sky teeth gnawing away insidiously at the smallest bit of hope.
Greens seem muted, grass, leaves, greys and blacks edge the flowerbeds, death would be at home, walking these bittered paths. Somber notes play as wind slithers through wind chimes.
A deep hatred flows through the streets. Paving crossroads and crosswalks. Malignant it can be felt at every turn of the tide.