If I am Angra Mainyu

Not far from Ahura,
upside down
and written in contempt and disgust,
he, equal
in opportune
and all things unequaled,
became the stranger
and the libertine
and the boor
and the varlet to a throne
in the mind
of a sunset head-storm.

Ahriman dwelled
with Auramazdā in passing,
though no two homes alike,
each was the same.

Now encased
and ending on a prophecy
he read to himself,
the dusk ushered
the night
and second sight,
well-founded,
found the brothers
as conquerors
of it all.

If I am Angra Mainyu,
then he must surely be
Ahura Mazda.