"The wind was a torrent of darkness among the gusty trees,
The moon was a ghostly galleon tossed upon cloudy seas,
The road was a ribbon of moonlight over the purple moor,
And the highwayman came riding --
Riding -- riding --
The highwayman came riding, up to the old inn-door.

.........

Over the cobbles he clattered and clashed in the dark inn-yard,
And he tapped with his whip on the shutters, but all was locked and barred;
He whistled a tune to the window, and who should be waiting there
But the landlord's black-eyed daughter,
Bess, the landlord's daughter,
Plaiting a dark red love-knot into her long black hair.

.........

'One kiss, my bonny sweetheart, I'm after a prize to-night,
But I shall be back with the yellow gold before the morning light;
Yet, if they press me sharply, and harry me through the day,
Then look for me by moonlight,
Watch for me by moonlight,
I'll come to thee by moonlight, though hell should bar the way.'

He rose upright in the stirrups; he scarce could reach her hand,
But she loosened her hair i' the casement! His face burnt like a brand
As the black cascade of perfume came tumbling over his breast;
And he kissed its waves in the moonlight,
(Oh, sweet black waves in the moonlight!)
Then he tugged at his rein in the moonlight, and galloped away to the West."

"The Highwayman" ~Alfred Noyes (f.y.i. this isn't the whole poem... I took some bits that were appropriate and took out others that don't really seem that important)

ZOMG!! IS THAT A BACKGROUND?!?! Craptastic I know but it's my first one so I beg of you, show mercy

Anyway, I worked really hard on this and I really like the moon. Forgive the shading, I tried to make it look sort of low-lit but it didn't really work out... I can't really think of anything else to say so.... here it is.

Oh, and a big thanks to for helping me figure out the pen tool