Black Rider
Along the wind-lashed dikes of the North Sea rode the Black Rider on his dark steed, Fury, their figures outlined against the roaring “Blanker Hans.” The people of Husum whispered that he was a spirit of the storm, sent to guard the dikes where Hauke Haien once fell to the sea. When the tide rose and the wind moaned through the reeds, his hoofbeats echoed over the salt marshes — steady, unyielding, like a heartbeat of the land itself. Fury’s mane streamed like black foam, and in his rider’s eyes burned the same fierce will that once drove Hauke to defy the sea. At dawn, when the storm broke, the Rider and Fury vanished into the mist — leaving only silence, and the feeling that the dikes still had their watchman. 🌊🐎 Northsea in German: The Blank Hans Be aware pls: This Post is about Death: Following the Grimm Brothers on Gevatter Tod. The latest Bob Dylan concert in Hamburg - according to some reviews I read in German media, showed an artist and song writer awarded with a Nobel Prize in Literature because of his lyrics: Haunted by the Black Rider. A bit like the last Jonny Cash Songs that I love a lot before this great artist died (RIP). Bob Dylan (Robert Zimmermann) has fascinated me since I had learnt to read and write in a Primary School in…