Set when Bellatrix and Rodolphus were still in Azkaban.
Disclaimer: As much as I'd wish to own these characters, I sadly do not; they belong to the one and only J.K.Rowling.
Lovers till Death
The sky is dark and clear of stars
Her skirts are scarlet like the Mars;
He sees her dance the minuet
As it was a tango of death.
Her tresses fall around her waist,
Black like his in so many ways
And yet he spies for days and nights,
Ways to make her laugh in delight.
They are so different, gender-wise
Yet when alone, there are no lies.
They laugh at the dark things often;
They share the same-type devotion.
In their own eyes, they are alight
Yet to others, slaves of the night
Taking pleasure as others beg
And seethe and moan, till they are dead.
A love struck couple, they are blind
And cannot see through shadowed minds
Playing life as a morbid game
To add a sentence to their name
To be forever bound by dread
In rotting cells, no longer red
And though they cannot touch the other
They see themselves as dying lovers.