Perfectly Imperfect
A/N: LOLz, we had a bad thunderstorm last night and our electricity went out. This is gonna sound weird, but I love power outages. They're exciting. Teeehe. After I lit a bunch of candles, having nothing else to do, I wrote this poem by candlelight.
Disclaimer: I don't own Glen Jacobs A.K.A. Kane or Ashley Massaro.
Summary: A poem about Kane and Ashley.
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He's made his mark with Hell, Fire and Brimstone
She puts on a smile but inside, she's alone
If only they'd come together, they'd see
How perfectly imperfect their love could be
They'd show the world the power they had
They'd grusomely fight everyone in their path
They'd protect each other and forget everyone else
They'd be selfish, yet selfless when no one could tell
They'd be a slaughterhouse romance, sporting black and red
Using dirty little tricks to get each other ahead
They'd brawl and battle, and make people bleed
Bitter, yet sweet in the hour of need
They'd complete each other in every way
She'd be his heart, he'd bring her dark side out to play
It'd be a pair for the history books, not pleasant or clean
Who knows what would happen
With the 'Dirty Diva' and the 'Big Red Machine'?
A/N: Yeah, it's kinda short, but I got tired lol. Hope you liked it!