Bella, Bella, Bellatrix,
Admirer of You-Know-Who,
There to do his bidding,
Beyond what others would do
Azkaban was your home for years on end,
And just for him
Enduring the Dementors,
And practically becoming one yourself,
Hate and spite have filled your heart,
Still refusing to depart
Your end must come
So your evil deeds will cease
Only then can Neville feel
Long forgotten peace
Who could have predicted,
Not even Trelawney would,
That Molly would make the day
Victorious at long last
So that you, Bellatrix,
Would be a thing of the past,
Hopefully not taught in History of Magic class