2022 D-Rex and D-Ng Hunt

A world adjacent to our own, where the supernatural reign
The gate you seek will need a key that you'll need to obtain
You never know what you’ll find, once you cross over - you're only here to visit
Enter at your own risk, and look around, but only to Saint Paul's limits

From key to gate your journey has begun; chilled air turns your cheeks red as you seek the deserted portal
For in your skull thoughts abound with visions of the departed mortal
Your descent to ours-and-theirs guided by a cold steel rail
A sign of reassurance stiffens your spine as you approach the veil

Wielding magic to stay unseen, numbers prove helpful moving forward
A link from to here to there, a goal to look toward
Roll a cube with ten sides, aside a sign, a crimson symbol is in view
The veil of life and death is the treasure that resides within you

A giant of the jungle, known only to the scarab
Spreads its wings at twilight, not unlike a cherub
Drinking the moonlight and blocking the sun, the soil beneath is rotten
When one and three were one, now no longer, and long forgotten

A diary of a royal death detail a spirit's steps, a perfect heaven is portrayed
Not far, a ghost of title, ponders if it's made the right play
She's trapped in a box, her song is of deception
If you follow, your death is certain, she holds the key of this inception

A man of the cloth sounds the horn, along the line of battle, can you hear the jubilee?
She rattles her chains, spun-off a metal band, her song off key
To wield the axe of metal, you'll need to clear the trees
Can you alone atone for 200 dead, along with death's hand, forever in the sea?

Samhain approaches, the gate's slightly open, the veil at its thinnest
Placed are symbols of iconic importance, decipher their location, and be first to finish.
From a creature that swims with fishes to grounds barren of fruit, for beneath it lie the dead of previous generations
On your journey you hunt not one but three locations -- off-shoots of bitter sweet relations.