You

 You once devastated cities and killed people, you were a murderer, but you were also a prophet.  So much could not be combined in one person and you divided yourself into two. Cities in the darkness of time, rivers and blood mixed with ashes from overthrown sections.  Who are you?  Which half of you? Now. Later or never. Who are you - stranger or enemy, friend, lover or my executioner.  Where are you?  You are always somewhere and you seem to be nowhere.  There, by the lanterns, where someone's souls are dancing, you walk in silence, there, by the abandoned house, old bones, turned to dust, are remembered.  Remember or have you already forgotten?  Words - do words mean anything or are they meaningless?  Let's not spoil this silence with anything.  Take off your clothes.