Keening

The sound of keening pierced the silence of the night, a heartbreaking lament for the deceased.

The mourners swayed and chanted in a keening rhythm, honoring the memory of the deceased.

Her keening wails echoed through the funeral hall, filled with sorrow.

As the fog rolled in, a keening foghorn warned ships of the treacherous rocks ahead.

The abandoned graveyard was filled with the keening of the wind passing through the tombstones.

The old woman's keening pierced the night as she grieved the passing of her only son.

The traditional keening brought tears to the eyes of all those who listened, capturing the pain of loss in its rawest form.

The sound of keening echoed through the empty halls of the castle.

The sound of keening could be heard from afar, drawing people to the funeral grounds to pay their respects.

The collective keening of the crowd created an atmosphere of deep sorrow and grief.