Characterized by lingering sadness and nostalgia following the recent end of a great story or series.

Athazagoraphobia (Fear of being forgotten) 

The applewood boughs were once laden with revenant spring,
Pillars of sanctuary to golden finches lost in flock,
Through throngs of feathered wings batting valiantly against turbulent affairs,
One single creature is mottled by solitude,
For it drives him insane to be so isolated,

A Prodigal daughter never returns home
She may enter its walls after her respite,
but is always a guest
to the ghost of her mother’s daughter

The world comes to life,

As a new day dawns;

The freeze is now over,

Frosty winter now gone.

The creatures all wake

From their deep sleep.

Now through the land

Does warmth truly seep.

Silence is here again.

No whispering trees

Not even a howl from the wind.

The river no longer laughs.

The sounds of our happiness are gone,

But I will never forget that bright autumn day