Two Shots & Gone.

Two shots-one to start, one to end,
A tale begins, then breaks and bends.
A flash, a crack, and then the quiet,
Two shots that speak, but never riot.
Two shots mark the rise, then the fall,
A breath of life, then nothing at all.
A story written in the dying light.
No heroes, no villains-just a tale untold,
Where dreams fade and truths grow cold.
The first shot whispers, the second screams-a story both started and erased in the same breath.