Dark Eyes by Iron & Wine with Calexico
Bellatrix's eyes were impossibly dark and heavy lidded. She was so unlike her sisters. Bellatrix always knew that she was powerful. She knew how to obtain what she desired. She was more distinguished than most death eaters. Bellatrix was raised in darkness; it was all she knew. Mercy and compassion were foreign terms and dealings to her. Bellatrix was cold and ruthless. She knew of death, and lived to slaughter. She did not know the powers of love, but only worship and adoration to the Dark Lord.
Oh, the gentlemen are talking and the midnight moon is on the riverside,
They're drinking up and walking and it is time for me to slide.
I live in another world where life and death are memorized,
Where the earth is strung with lovers' pearls and all I see are dark eyes.
Bellatrix had complete faith in the Dark Lord; not once had she thought he could ever fail. The Order had no chance in her mind. The Dark was too prevailing; they had control of everything, and everyone. They could make hundreds disappear with a flick of a wand. It was only at the Final Battle; the moment before her life was taken, did she come to the realization that death was the enemy. She recognized the Order as a threat. The Order had risen, without her comprehension. When Bellatrix was murdered, her eyes did not lose the light. Her eyes were always cold, and unloving.
A cock is crowing far away and another soldier's deep in prayer,
Some mother's child has gone astray, she can't find him anywhere.
But I can hear another drum beating for the dead that rise,
Whom nature's beast fears as they come and all I see are dark eyes.
Bellatrix was the Dark Lord's most trusted follower. She lived to serve him; and he trusted her. The Dark Lord gave her controlled freedom, which was a rarity. She wanted revenge on that blood traitor of a cousin; and the Dark Lord allowed her to spill the pureblood. Bellatrix did not feel remorse when she slaughtered her kin, it went unrecognized. She was unfeeling; it was apparent in her eyes.
They tell me to be discreet for all intended purposes,
They tell me revenge is sweet and from where they stand, I'm sure it is.
But I feel nothing for their game where beauty goes unrecognized,
All I feel is heat and flame and all I see are dark eyes.
Bellatrix lived for the thrill of a duel; she was in bliss when she had control. She had a hunger, a desire, for power. It was her passion. She was supreme to all of those mudbloods and blood traitors. Bellatrix did not see her victims as human beings. They were nameless faces to her; she craved the fear in their eyes.
Oh, the French girl, she's in paradise and a drunken man is at the wheel,
Hunger pays a heavy price to the falling gods of speed and steel.
Oh, time is short and the days are sweet and passion rules the arrow that flies,
A million faces at my feet but all I see are dark eyes.
A/N: this is pretty choppy and sloppy, sorry!
This song just reminds me of her.
