They all could hear,

That her end was drawing near

As they listened closely to the soft thumps,

Weakening pumps,

That protested of her dying heart,

Slowing down,

Softer it pounded,

Softer it sounded

All colour drained from face,

And her body turned numb and cold

They realised that her heart no longer made a sound,

Gone was her soul

Tears rolled down their cheeks,

As the delicate face that they knew,

They would no longer meet

And her soothing heartbeats,

They would never hear again.