Once upon a time there was a King who would make the seas rise when he

gave the word. After becoming the ruler, he would feel isolated like a
puppet on a lonely string and revolutionaries waited for him to be dead.

One day the wild wind blew down the doors to let him in, the windows
shattered and he could hear the sound of drums. Only then he would
discover that his castle stood upon pillars of salt and sand.

The legend says that he turned a deft ear because he heard the Jerusalem
bells ringing and the Roman Cavalry singing. At that moment he felt
encouraged and decided that he would risk it all to protect his kingdom.

By his bravery he used to feel the fear in his enemies eyes and as he sent
his missionaries to the foreign field, the king felt that they were his mirror,
his sword and his shield. The people couldn’t believe what he’d become
and the crowd would exclaim “long live the king”.

Now he sleeps alone and sweeps the streets he used to own.

Remembering his best days and sadly asking himself: “who would ever
want to be king?” because since he was gone, there has never been an
honest word.