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<b><i>Her Fangs Were the Jagged Reef</i></b> | |||
<blockquote> Her fangs were the jagged reef | |||
upon which my heart were scuttled. | upon which my heart were scuttled. | ||
Sharper than iron, sharper than steel! | Sharper than iron, sharper than steel! | ||
They rent my calloused flesh | They rent my calloused flesh | ||
like the scythe beheads the pleading captive. | like the scythe beheads the pleading captive. | ||
Sharper than iron, sharper than steel! | Sharper than iron, sharper than steel! | ||
O! | O! | ||
Would the god of gravediggers | Would the god of gravediggers | ||
inter me in the caverns of my mother's mother | inter me in the caverns of my mother's mother | ||
when this blade opens my throat's blue vein. | when this blade opens my throat's blue vein. | ||
Sharper than iron, sharper than steel!</blockquote> | Sharper than iron, sharper than steel!</blockquote> | ||
<b><i>Ere we are extinguished forever</i></b> | |||
<blockquote>Let the ale flow - let it flow! | |||
as the wells at the bottom of the world | |||
burst forth eternal from the headwaters. | |||
Let the song resound - let it resound! | |||
as the stars and planets sing | |||
in the harmony of the spheres. | |||
Let the courtesans dance - let them dance! | |||
as the forest dances | |||
against the relentless wind. | |||
Let pleasure ever be known - ever be known! | |||
ere we are extinguished forever | |||
in the blackness beneath the earth.</blockquote> | |||
<b><i>Grognoth the Warrior-Maid</i></b> | |||
<blockquote>Beyond compare, Grognoth the warrior-maid, | |||
whose suitors filled the catacombs beneath | |||
the caverns of her mothers! Unafraid | |||
of any battle, unwilling to sheath | |||
her blade before a host of hundreds! Fear | |||
her beauty, goblin men who seek to bed | |||
the warrior maiden! Many suitors ere | |||
you came did Grognoth gleefully behead. | |||
Though many wicked elves fell at her blade | |||
and many drams of dwarven blood she spilt, | |||
her lovers suffered most of all she slayed - | |||
in them she sunk her dagger to the hilt. | |||
And with her bare arms, sinewed taut and fine, | |||
she snapped many a courting bridegroom's spine.</blockquote> | |||
<b><i>The moon's light is as nothing</i></b> | |||
<blockquote>the moon's light is as nothing | |||
to the sacramental bonfire | |||
that burns in the great cavern. | |||
the sun's light is as nothing | |||
to the blaze within my chest | |||
when I touch your lithe, gray body</blockquote> | |||
Revision as of 21:41, 30 September 2021
An Offspring's Treasury of Gobliphone Poetry was a widely printed collection of goblin and orcish poetry published by a subsidiary of the Loman Orcish Opera Company, notable for its explicit violence and sexuality. Several of its poems were set to music by Ka-Ess Lizardkin.
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Her Fangs Were the Jagged Reef
Her fangs were the jagged reef
upon which my heart were scuttled.
Sharper than iron, sharper than steel!
They rent my calloused fleshlike the scythe beheads the pleading captive.
Sharper than iron, sharper than steel!
O! Would the god of gravediggersinter me in the caverns of my mother's mother
when this blade opens my throat's blue vein.
Sharper than iron, sharper than steel!
Ere we are extinguished forever
Let the ale flow - let it flow!
as the wells at the bottom of the world
burst forth eternal from the headwaters.
Let the song resound - let it resound!as the stars and planets sing
in the harmony of the spheres.
Let the courtesans dance - let them dance!as the forest dances
against the relentless wind.
Let pleasure ever be known - ever be known!ere we are extinguished forever
in the blackness beneath the earth.
Grognoth the Warrior-Maid
Beyond compare, Grognoth the warrior-maid,
whose suitors filled the catacombs beneath
the caverns of her mothers! Unafraid
of any battle, unwilling to sheath
her blade before a host of hundreds! Fearher beauty, goblin men who seek to bed
the warrior maiden! Many suitors ere
you came did Grognoth gleefully behead.
Though many wicked elves fell at her bladeand many drams of dwarven blood she spilt,
her lovers suffered most of all she slayed -
in them she sunk her dagger to the hilt.
And with her bare arms, sinewed taut and fine,she snapped many a courting bridegroom's spine.
The moon's light is as nothing
the moon's light is as nothing
to the sacramental bonfire
that burns in the great cavern.
the sun's light is as nothingto the blaze within my chest
when I touch your lithe, gray body