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

This has been one of my favourite poems ever since I studied it way back in Junior school, and I've always had a special place in my heart for the love story of the Highwayman and his tragically brave sweetheart Bess~

I'm trying to brush up on my digital skills at the moment, so this is all Photoshop and tablet work 8D
I got so distracted trying to do everything, though, that I totally forgot to give the Highwayman his pistols and rapier DD: Hopefully Bess's uber hair makes up for the lack of jewelled twinkling, though -_____-" (Seriously - give that description of how he can't even reach her standing up in a saddle on horseback enough thought, and you suddenly realise just how much hair that girl must have had XDD I love how he blushes when he kisses it, though~!!! Also - apologies for the horse lump at the bottom, there)