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—
The highwayman came riding, up to the old inn-door.

This is the first picture I’ve drawn in a good few years.  I was listening to Loreena McKennitt’s take on the Alfred Noyes poem when I started doodling and just couldn’t stop. Here is the result. It’s a style of drawing I’ve never tried before, and I think it needs some work, but for a first attempt at Frank Miller inspired work, it’s not too bad.