A daimonic rider, work that is part really of a larger piece of the Four riders of the proverbial apocalypse. Not from a religious place have I indulged in the figures, but rather just the general feeling I have about the world now.
We are entering now post-antibiotic age, we have pollute and made unusable 2/3s of the planets' arable land, our supplies of fresh water, we have spent the past century filling with our sewerage and garbage; we are seeing the return of som e 19th century afflictions and people have gone to pieces in confusion over to vaccinate or not vaccinate seeing the return of things like measles. We are entertained, and I feel as much a fool within this matrix too, while those with the wealth and power to do great good, use it for their own myopic ends to further corrupt and dismember the power of the people to effect change.
Thus a figure like this haunts my dreams, but it is itself is a primordial being of our own creating, the powers of darkness that we refuse to properly acknowledge we will meet them all the same - the vastness of our threshold dwellers we cannot escape for ultimately the end is not punishment but the overcoming. so be it that whatever hell is brought forth, they on a greater arc will be the hounds of love.