Make 10 limerick's about Amrod and Amras, the sixth and seventh sons of Fëanor.
1.
Amrod and Amras, the twins so bold,
In the fire of their father's oath they were cold,
They followed their kin,
In pursuit of the Silmarils' golden glint,
But their fates were tragic, as history foretold.
2.
With fiery hair and spirit untamed,
The sons of Fëanor were never ashamed,
To fight and to kill,
For the Silmarils' thrill,
But in the end, it was all in vain.
3.
Amrod and Amras, the swift and the fleet,
Their names in battle were hard to beat,
But in their hearts, a darkness lay,
From their father's curse they could not stray,
And in the end, it sealed their defeat.
4.
The sons of Fëanor, so fierce and so proud,
Their voices rang clear and loud,
But in their eyes, a sorrow deep,
For the oath they swore, they could not keep,
And in the end, it brought them to shroud.
5.
Amrod and Amras, the hunters of old,
Their story is one that will never grow cold,
For in their quest for the Silmarils' light,
They plunged into darkness, never to see the right,
And in the end, they paid the ultimate toll.
6.
In the depths of Angband, they met their end,
Betrayed by their own kin, they could not defend,
Their lives were taken, their spirits torn,
For the Silmarils, they were never born,
And in death, they found no amends.
7.
Amrod and Amras, the brothers so true,
In the face of evil, they never withdrew,
But in the end, it was their own pride,
That led them to darkness, where they forever reside,
Their names now lost in the history's rue.
8.
The sons of Fëanor, so valiant and bold,
Their loyalty to their father, never sold,
But in the end, it was their own greed,
For the Silmarils, they would do any deed,
And in death, their fate was foretold.
9.
Amrod and Amras, the warriors so strong,
Their hearts filled with vengeance, their lives not long,
For in their pursuit of the Silmarils' light,
They lost themselves in the endless night,
And in the end, their legacy is gone.
10.
The sons of Fëanor, so mighty and brave,
In their quest for power, they met an early grave,
For the oath they swore, it bound them tight,
And in the end, it consumed them in blight,
Now they are but a memory on the wave.