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