King Ivans final poem

Original:

Snow falling from the skies,
And the city in a flame,
My Crown stolen from my eyes,
With my empire doing the same,
Whilst I dream of the better days,
My Government changed its name,
And people are asking for my head on a tray,
After it being put in a frame,
Now I sit here in my room,
Waiting for the people to storm through,
Knowing my fate is soon,
Like a great typhoon,
I just wait for time to seal my doom

Ockobach's version:

As I sit here in my room,
Seeing the buildings burning,
And my crown taken away from me,
The people are protesting,
For my head on a silver tray,
I see them dance with my generals’ heads on brooms,
Knowing I will join them soon,
Waving a flag of change,
Like a great typhoon,
Wanting my head on display,
I see the snow falling,
And frost freezing against the window,
Dreaming of the days when I roamed those very streets,
Covered in darkness by the crowds like a shadow,
I sigh in dismay,
I hear the sound of gunfire,
Followed by screams,
And the bursting of doors,
While my sweet Liv weeps,
I Comfort her saying “it’s going to be okay”,
We embrace as we heard the screams cease,
The sound of footsteps grow nearer,
The door bursts open,
And left, taken by the flames of betrayal,

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King Ivan was the king of Helgasker in the late 16th century YSC and was a poet. During the Helgasker rebellion in 1658 YSC (A revolt due to rising nationalism and democracy), He overlooked the streets as he wrote this poem (The first one) right before the rebels captured the castle.
Then, 140 years later in 1794 YSC, Alexander Vaughn Ockoback, a famous poet from Võla, one of the final northern cities in Svarthall, read about the famous poem and even saw it in a museum when he had the idea of extending it and sheading light onto this interesting poem of the monarchests side of nationalism.