The Twin

Even and odd, like head and tail,

Idle but alive, says the man's tale.

He was born with a baleful other,

The antagonist that was his brother.

In dark it would always hiss,

Damned thing it was, with its cursed kiss.

Tantrums it would drape like a curtain,

Stain upon the nape with crying pain.

The career the poor man had had been wrecked,

The face of demon killing his trek.

And finally an act gave a dark conclusion: 

His skull was killed by a small token,

Pierced between the twin's eyes that were sullen.

Author's Note

His name is in the lyrics--
a poem meant to be acrostic.