[Rumil]

Well here goes-

What I wanted should be mine,
thwarted first and second time.
Third time lucky's what they say,
but shadows grew from that bright day.

Twice denied,
but now my pride,
was satisfied.
I should have cried.

Victory turned into dust.
First a boom and then a bust.
Taken captive, basely caught,
for good or ill I stood and fought.

Twice denied, then I succeed,
Now defied and twice bereaved
Still not all's bad that hardship sends,
I've lost it all but made some friends.

Happy riddle-unravelling