The ending.

 cunning as made,

scared him not,

when crossing the river,

the logs alive close in,

brown eyes above water,

scales shining in the sun,

as the steathy mother croc,

dinner calling approaches,

then in a flash,

it snapped it's jaws shut,

and fancy's knell sounded,

as death in swift wings,

swooped to claim it's due,

and the warrior ended,

bold to the end.

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