Ghosts and Horses

It is a strange thing to find hope at the races amongst shadows and ghosts. Its persuasive whispers console the betting halls and beer stands, coaxing infallible gambles on dark horses and hollow bets. When the bell rings and the gates fly, hope is at play. Round the track it chases and burns, but where does it hide when the last horse crosses and the wagers yield empty. Alas, not until all is lost, does hope return for the next race, the next sure bet.