It was 1560, when I, Sir Bernard, had amassed all wealth and luxuries as large as the crystal clear waters of the Thames River.  My wealth was as shiny as the bright yellow sun’s reflection mirroring within the waters; where the sun’s rays blinded my eyes with the reflection. The beautiful aroma of wealth did not flourish as I traveled through the streets of London. 
The streets were filled with peasants fighting creating a ruckus like the enemies of Spain and England, however with no discrepancy.  The foul odor of excrements filled my nostrils as a bullet shot through my heart, knocking me off my feet to the moist and damp ground.  I recollected myself and stood up to face the bullets.  The stench swept around the streets knocking people down and creating an aroma that stuck to them like tree moss creating a bitter taste in the mouth, which made me gag.  With my spine straight and chin raised up, I elegantly walked over to the two vicious men.  They wore torn and dilapidated clothes and were drenched with a rum-like smell.  I glared at them with such force that I felt a chill roll down my spine.  They paused to absorb my expression and stared right back.  My eyebrows relaxed with a sigh, and I just stared at them with a stolid expression on my face.  It was two against one; just the three of us having an eye to another eye.  I slowly, but calmly reached into my front pocket and pulled out a small folded piece of paper.  As they unfolded and looked at the paper, they rolled their eyes up peaking right above the paper and made a stern look.  I turned facing towards the road and slightly glanced back like a servant trying not to look at the Queen; trying to avoid problems. 
  The cold winds were knives that cut through my face and pulled me back.  I fought against the wind and tried to move forward.  I pushed forward using all my strength using the toes on my feet and kept trudging down the filthy streets.  Houses were crammed with windows shattered, and lined up next to each other like an army line.  I saw chamber pots harshly thrown out the windows and onto the streets with vagabonds stealing them like a piece of gold.  There was no drainage for any of the mushed up thick water to pass through the rectangular holes and dry the streets.  I dodged the wretched and filthy people that roamed the streets as if I was playing a game of Gameball.  Suddenly, a trader came in front of my face so close, that I felt him breathe on me and made my face all steamy and sweaty.  I had the urge to jerk him off and hand him over to the Tower of London.  Sea traders would dare not come close to a wealthy man, why it is against the rules and crossing the rules is like entering a chamber filled with poisonous snakes.  People shalt stay in their class structures otherwise they would have to deal with the Queen.  However, I cannot utter a word about the Queen otherwise I, myself, shall face the wrath of the Tower of London. 
When wealthy people walk down the street, people who are not in that social class should stay away and let them come through, like a Queen who is in a carriage as she rides through the streets of London.  As I traveled down the street, I came across a bridge.  The bridge connected two lands together over a river. The River Thames. I climbed up onto the bridge and was on the peak.  The tides were slithering with the wind.  The snowy winters and wind ruined a delicate river that was used day by day.  Thames was agitated that the tide had recoiled twice.  The waters rose as high as a one-story building.  The waters were foggy and muddy as it flowed to the edge of the river and back in.  Fish crowded around the edge of the river craving for fresh water.  I helplessly watched and placed my elbow on the bridge while my hand cradled my chin.  But, I then heard trumpets blaring, making my eardrums explode.  I then knew the Queen had arrived.
As I stood up straight on the bridge, the Queen had traveled in a carriage with people holding the 200-pound mistress.  People scrambled around the streets as if they were mice with cheese and tried to recollect themselves.  Something then caught my eye like a gold coin in dirt.  After Queen Elizabeth passed, I saw those two men that I met earlier in the day.  They gave me a slightest grin from the corner of their eyes and kept walking as if nothing happened.