The Magic Possums Steals Christmas! The hunt is on again and this year I’ve gone digital! The Magic Possum has finally caught up and made it online, and as you can see I’ve stolen your presents once again, but there’s a small twist. Search high and search low, but this year isn’t like the years …
At the gate where once the captives sighed,A place of history, with secrets inside.Beneath the surface, where whispers roam,In hidden tunnels, far from home. Where walls have echoed with tales untold,A key to the past, in stones so old.Seek near the entrance, but look not within,For your clue lies close, where freedoms begin.
In a realm where youthful echoes play,Cross from where the spirited sway.A nexus of old and new, entwined,In spire’s shadow, your path defined. Five paths converged in these ancient grounds,Whispers of history in its bounds.Seek not inside where minds enlighten,But where the old façade does brighten. A tale at the entrance, subtly spun,Your next clue …
Where the dancer’s grace meets the striker’s aim,In a field of dreams, with a Premier’s name.Look not where the curtain rises high,But where goals are scored under open sky. In the shadow of a net, woven tight,Your journey’s end is near in sight.Amidst the cheers of games played well,Your final clue, in silence, dwells.
In the digital realm where secrets keep,Your journey’s end, not buried deep.On devices that in your hands have lain,The final truth, in pixels, remain. Gaze once more upon your travelled path,Where each step held a digital wrath.In the glow of screens, so sleek and bright,Lies hidden the end, in plain sight.
