Goodbye, Hillside Chateau

I remember the last time I saw her. It was near midnight, August of '45. She had just finished enchanting  the crowd with her flawless voice and hypnotic, flame-like swaying of her angelic figure. She was blowing kisses to the eight of us that were still drinking and the two French soldiers that had passed out drunk.
She had disappeared behind her curtain when the first round shook the foundation of the tiny building that I had come to know as my escape from the war. I went in search of her but never found her.
The next morning the Nazis rolled a small Panzer Division through the forest and destroyed most of the countryside. The Chateau was left in shambles.
I had not been to where The Chateau once stood, for weeks. I wondered if she had escaped. Where was she? Did she ever think me? A love that should have been was destroyed by madness.

One Act Play

THE FINAL ACT:

Scene 1

Lightning crashes and thunder rolls, leaving behind the burning smell of emptiness. The clouds cry slow and steady, attempting to wash away the sun. Blanket the madness. The pool growing larger, easing the pain. Beautiful butterflies dance on the red carpet. The curtain quickly Falls. Darkness.

The beginning

As I sit and stare at the mirrored sheen of the tiny Lake, I notice it has beckoned two mallards.
Much like humans, they know there is something behind/beyond the polished glass-like surface of the water. Life or death. Will they find sustenance or become dinner for a Beast lurking below?
As I turn from my window, I notice several dew drops on the pane, left behind by the angel that visited me last night. I wonder if she knows?

I gaze into the ancient mirror hanging on the wall and wonder what secrets it holds. What pleasure or pain will I find in my own gaze? What monster lies within?

I can no longer withhold the madness. Crash! My forehead comes into contact with the mirror, and diamond shards tumble into the sink. Clinkle! Clinkle.

Outside the mallards hit the lake and break the perfect stillness. Splash!

Synchronicity. Chaos becomes order and order becomes chaos. The eternal irony of the perpetual motion of the universe. Tick-Tock! Tick-tock! Time and space Have No Reason. They just are. They exist to torment and mislead the soul to the barren landscape of doubt.

I have lost the game. Sometimes, the mirror does lie. Goodbye.