The Passive Riddle

The passive riddle remains unsolved

As the darkness spread wings

Akin to murdered heart, black flowers bloom

Who harboured those pebbles

To break the crying silence

So the passive riddle keeps on expanding

So the emotions goes on reckoning

Towards an old temple haunted in greens

That old black snake still crawling on the walls

Spitting blue venom everywhere 

Entangled in itself pushing the ruins

Who brought those black flowers

Someone broken them from murdered heart

To offer to the oblivious deity 

Begging for the divine enlightenment

So the passive riddle remains unsolved