Hobson’s Choice

A verdict where no evidence
Remained to paint the path
In the doorway stood conviction
Yet confused by aftermath
All the players rolled their dice
But not a winner to be found
With assumption running rife
And truth spread thinly on the ground
Just a simple little story
All the actors in a row
‘Waiting one moment of glory
Amid plans to steal the show
Messers Winsome, Worn and Weary
Staked their winnings, stacked the odds
Blew their chances to appeal
Before the judgement of the Gods