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.
I’ll Keep My Promise
This is not goodbye — it is a salute.
Llolth was not just my dog.
She was my teacher, my Queen of Shadows.
I promised her I would stay clean,
for her sake,
and I kept it.
That promise goes beyond death.
She taught me responsibility,
she taught me love,
she turned me from ***** to man.
Now she runs free in the forests
and the bars she loved,
and her legacy runs in me.
Thank you, Llolth —
forever my queen.
