My misfortune is made from-

The everlasting cries,

of when i was a child,

being dragged away from the ice cream shop.

I found it-

Trapped inside a dark creepy cage,

cowering in the rusty corner,

rolling around trying to escape the horrifying cage.

This misfortune can-

Shatter a lifelong fortune,

prize open a heart made of gold,

it could command the most broken soul.

You see if I lost this misfortune-

All of the dreadful land would arise,

with clovers of luck.