An Offspring's Treasury of Gobliphone Poetry

An Offspring's Treasury of Gobliphone Poetry was a widely printed collection of traditional 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.

Selected Contents

Her Fangs Were the Jagged Reef, KWC 104

Her fangs were the jagged reef
upon which my heart were scuttled.

Sharper than iron, sharper than steel!

They rent my calloused flesh
like the scythe beheads the pleading captive.

Sharper than iron, sharper than steel!

O! Would the god of gravediggers
inter 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, KWC 877

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, KWC 590

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.

the moon's light is as nothing, KWC 188

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