Cologne's Will Faltering

Her wizen frame wracked with ironic laughter.
Her skills over the years went higher and higher.
But now a young one as good as she.
How he is so powerful is a mystery.
With her it was time and practice in the arts.
But this one's only quality is the ability to capture hearts.
In a second he learns things that took her years.
His father gather's his courage in a tray of beers.
She free of any curse but one.
She has to die like the rising sun.
So far her life's been painful and fun.
Her age is her curse of one.
Her shrivelled heart still beats, pumped by will.
Not once in 300 years has it stayed still.
Her coarse, white hair, like snow.
Once was glossy black, and reached so high, to so low.
Once so tall, graceful and lean.
Now, not even her eye's have a healthy sheen.
Her will strong and her strength strong.
Now corrupted by the Fate's song.
Rest upon her tired heart.
Finding sweet death in the art.