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 **** and mess,
but you forgave,
you waited,
you taught.

Your eyes said:
“Clean this.
Walk me.
Be better.”

And I did.
Day by day,
**** by ****
step by step,
I learned responsibility,
I learned love.

You were no accident,
you were my turning.
From ***** 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.