RS, for your birthday, I dedicate you a poem by a famous Romanian poet. Translation done by me, word-by-word."
"Resting forever were the iron coffins,
With iron flowers decorating their sad funerary clothing
My hopes and dreams have died for long
And I scream alone with the corpse, trapped in the grave.
Iron angels , broken statues, lying in the abandoned park
Vestiges of my dreams, now dead, crumbled into iron wreckage
But the echo is dead; my life is done, my life,
Was put to rest in the dead iron coffin of despair."
G. Bacovia - "Iron"
PS: it rhymes in Romanian. Kinda.