Excerpt from: The Spirit of Misfortune:

Bearing a mantle of misfortune,
our streets it stalks and hides,
it grunts and heaves exhaustion,
to the weight of bag-luck tied.

Its name forsaken long ago,
and all its tales forgotten,
and all its horrid tales it tow,
its humour doubly rotten.

Its coat lay laced in horseshoes,
a dual edge to relieve its soma,
and despite our lack of interviews,
we know its name is: Brona.

Wishing you a spirited Friday the 13th.