Above the ebon sea
Lightning burned a silver web,
Loudly roaring wind chased
Thick black clouds
Beneath a sometimes moon,
As rain poured down
Upon escaping lovers
Daring the storm tossed sea
Racing pursuit and the storm
Fearing one more than the other.
Donovan Baldwin
Idea from the following passage from Robert Louis Stevenson's essay, A Gossip On Romance (one of my favorites).
"The man or the hour had not yet come; but some day, I think, a boat shall put off from the Queen's Ferry, fraught with a dear cargo, and some frosty night a horseman, on a tragic errand, rattle with his whip upon the green shutters of the inn at Burford."