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i have't submit for a long while...even though it's summer, n i DID draw. haven't submit for sooo long that even my bro's asking about it...><'''
so here it is, fresh off the table, my very FIRST submission for "thepencilclub", n it's a contest entry as well ^^ This is the image i saw when i read the poem, so this is the image i drew.

My life for yours, gladly...

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2B pencil
n the poem

The Highwayman by Alfred Noyes

VII

Tlot-tlot, in the frosty silence! Tlot-tlot, in the echoing night
Nearer he came and nearer! Her face was like a light!
Her eyes grew wide for a moment; she drew one last deep breath,
Then her finger moved in the moonlight,
Her musket shattered the moonlight,
Shattered her breast in the moonlight and warned him-with her death.

VIII
He turned; he spurred to the West; he did not know who stood
Bowed, with her head o'er the musket, drenched with her own red blood!
Not till the dawn he heard it, his face grew grey to hear
How Bess, the landlord's daughter,
The landlord's black-eyed daughter,
Had watched for her love in the moonlight, and died in the darkness there.

Description
i have't submit for a long while...even though it's summer, n i DID draw. haven't submit for sooo long that even my bro's asking about it...><'''
so here it is, fresh off the table, my very FIRST submission for "thepencilclub", n it's a contest entry as well ^^ This is the image i saw when i read the poem, so this is the image i drew.

My life for yours, gladly...

-----------------------------------------------------
2B pencil
n the poem

The Highwayman by Alfred Noyes

VII

Tlot-tlot, in the frosty silence! Tlot-tlot, in the echoing night
Nearer he came and nearer! Her face was like a light!
Her eyes grew wide for a moment; she drew one last deep breath,
Then her finger moved in the moonlight,
Her musket shattered the moonlight,
Shattered her breast in the moonlight and warned him-with her death.

VIII
He turned; he spurred to the West; he did not know who stood
Bowed, with her head o'er the musket, drenched with her own red blood!
Not till the dawn he heard it, his face grew grey to hear
How Bess, the landlord's daughter,
The landlord's black-eyed daughter,
Had watched for her love in the moonlight, and died in the darkness there.