An Offspring's Treasury of Gobliphone Poetry

From The Tales of Ka-Ess

An Offspring's Treasury of Gobliphone Poetry was a widely printed collection of traditional goblin and orcish children's 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