A tiny spark slips under the door
Calling her sisters like storms to the shore
One little shadow can summon a crowd
Threading the silence, unraveling loud
So hush when the small wrong wanders near
Her older kin are always here

Every quiet tremor learns
The rhythm of a greater burn

Fortune comes in shining flocks
Landing soft on sunlit rocks
Misfortune too, she gathers slow
Perching where your cracked words go
Do not wake her in her sleep
Trouble walks in company deep

A single slip on a careless stair
Nothing at first, just thinning air
But stairs remember, and so does the fall
Small seeds can split the strongest wall
A pebble rolls, a mountain sighs
Thunder answers from the skies

Echoes grow where whispers start
A brittle moment breaks the heart

Fortune comes in shining flocks
Landing soft on sunlit rocks
Misfortune too, she moves unseen
Drinking from your in-between
Do not stir her dreaming name
Her kin arrive with ash and flame

In the attic sleeps a quiet queen
Wrapped in dust and might have been
Call her not with frightened breath
She keeps a family skilled in death
Let her slumber soft and long
For waking her makes weak hearts strong
In all the wrong and ruinous ways
Let silence be the hymn she prays

Doves choose only the whitest stone
Luck prefers the lucky throne
But the unlucky voices fall
Steps betray and shadows stall
Even hope feels paper thin
When Misfortune wants to wander in

Patience for the gifts above
Prudence for the roots below
One hand steady, one hand open
Ride the winds that rise and go

Fortune sings in golden choir
Misfortune hums a step behind
Hold your breath and walk with care
For every small wrong has a spine

Do not wake her
Do not wake her
Do not wake Misfortune tonight