Knight

The war ceases to stop,
and the damaged knight's armor
is tattered, but he still wears that top;
for it reminds him of the war of clamor.
That strong sword of fury,
and that shield that protects;
now forgotten and blurry
and unable to deflect.
He stabbed with no mercy,
his enemy who pleads.
If not his name will not be Percy,
as one who did not bleed.

In the end, that war ends,
yet his mindset was left unbend.