Sieben Haiku
by abracadabra

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A puff of blue smoke -
But is he one of many?
Or many of one?

Black hair, yellow eyes,
Skin showing every sin.
But now - he's nowhere.

Symbols of angels
Etch out the wrongful choices
And the long, hard years.

His tail lashes as
He wonders what sins he has
Done without control

Lost in his praying
The blue one stares at the world
With wide and pale eyes

Kurt Wagner, or the
Incredible Nightcrawler-
Stop! Too much info!

Self-loathing hurts most
When there is no knowledge of
Others arguing.