You are not so different

A masked man slowed down and offered his hand;

Of all the stars in his coat only one shone,

Collapsed under his weight the earth borne;

Witnessing the light, I reached for his band,

Up I went, and never came back.

Slowly I found him talking to those,

Of whom I was warned to disregard the most.

Peers and vigilantes and thieves who scored,

Nothing but a pint of the bottom soul.

And we all sang the songs of the shore,

As we sailed by and wished for more.

Reused a few lines from a previous poem. Fits nicely here. Noted.