Misty Hills Of Verturia
© Surazeus
2026 08 13

Home to misty hills of Verturia
my heart guides me through tangled woods of time
where I build fortress of stone on the mound
heaped over bones of my ancestral soul
where I pluck gold crab apples from long limbs
to ferment honey cider in clay jars.

Wrapped in deer-skin gown of cozy warmth,
Eithni sits on square stone of honest faith
and stirs bubbling honey cider of truth
in old dented cauldron of burnished brass
that emanates sweet scent of pungent hope,
safe in misty hills of Verturia.

Lost in misty hills of Verturia,
young Eardwulf, dressed in bear-fur cloak and hood,
wanders tangled woods of crab apple trees
to find cove where he left his small wood boat,
then stumbles in small ring of standing stones
where green-eyed woman stirs cauldron of juice.

Without concern for what may not be real
in vibrant swirl of floating moon-white mist,
Eardwulf kneels on wet grass before her seat
and offers bag of hazelnuts with smile
of calm sincerity from humble hope,
brave in misty hills of Verturia.

Tense in misty hills of Verturia,
Eithni squints through dim haze of pulsing smoke
to analyze with cautious dread of pain
parameters of safety he provides,
then fills his wood cup with delicious juice,
and roasts nuts in soft crackling flames of trust.

When Eardwulf curls to sleep in chilly wind,
Eithni holds blade of sharp obsidian
pressed to his neck to check his danger state,
but when he opens eyes, and stares at her,
he grins and kisses her with tender care,
calm in misty hills of Verturia.

Lithe in misty hills of Verturia,
Eithni clasps his head and thigh in delight
as their bodies writhe in tense ecstasy,
embraced with creative passion of love,
then cuddle blushing with pleasure of trust
as they teach each other their secret names.

Weaving vines around ring of standing stones,
Eardwulf constructs secure shelter of faith,
so Eithni guides their hunt in wooded vale
to kill wild boar and fill bags with herbs,
then hum in harmony to eat and kiss,
home in misty hills of Verturia.

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Orpheus welcomes Eardwulf when he returns from across the sea with green-eyed bride whose long raven-black hair swirls in innocent wind of truth.

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