Author's Notes: A Valentine's Day poem, by a young Bellatrix. This sort of poetry isn't my strong suit, and this isn't meant to be taken as a serious insight into Bellatrix's character in poetic form. It's just a little thing that I thought a teenage or young adult Bellatrix might have written for a lark on the inside of a Valentines card to Rodolphus or Voldemort or whoever you ship.
Disclaimer: Don't own. Although I almost could if I changed a few words.
)O(
Roses are red
As I'm sure that you know
I'm not fond of Valentines
But I'll have a go
.
As a daughter of Slytherin
Dark and unseen
Red is not my colour
I prefer black and green
.
And though I prefer
Other colours instead
I started my poem
With "Roses are red"
.
Roses are red
And the symbol of love
But it's really the blood
They remind me of
.
I'm fond of roses
For roses have thorns
But don't know if they're love
Save for the lovelorn
.
I know you like roses
So though I don't care
For them, I'll write a card
In which I call them fair
.
And lay them on your grave
After you're dead
And kiss your cold lips
Because roses are red
)O(
Fin