Llolth, My Queen
I came to Spain broken,
still chasing smoke and speed,
and then came you —
small shadow, months old,
a queen in waiting.
I failed you first,
lost in chemicals,
left you in piss and mess,
but you forgave,
you waited,
you taught.
Your eyes said:
“Clean this.
Walk me.
Be better.”
And I did.
Day by day,
shit by shit,
step by step,
I learned responsibility,
I learned love.
You were no accident,
you were my turning.
From junky to man,
from ruin to reason,
you made me stand.
And now that you run free,
I still walk straighter,
because once,
a small dog named Llolth
chose me,
and made me more.