Hey there, Storm! This is VP with a review.
I think this poem is a really neat work of fantastic origin. Even though it's short, we learn a lot about this man in your poem. (Or, at least, from my interpretation of it.)
Most likely, this was a younger Knight as his friends were "comrades" and they felt they had not the time to save his corpse. An older, more honored Knight likely would've been rescued, dead or alive. As he died in battle and was likely younger, then I would suppose that he wasn't the best of Knights-- not a good fighter, probably more than a little clumsy. This is further proven by the condition of the armor, described as "dull". As Knights are normally depicted in shining armor, he failed to take care of some of his essential gear.
Alternatively, this could have been a distinguished, honorable Knight with a Squire that didn't care for his armor properly. The joints wouldn't move, and the knight was killed; his "comrades" were chased away by a horde of enemies.
Either way, he's still dead. XD
(If needed, you can ignore my odd sense of humor.)
Seriously, though, good poem. I like the wording, and the balance "Good night, Sir Knight" seems to give off (to me, at least) is really good. It sets the tone as something more peaceful, maybe a little sorrowful. 5/5
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