Keening

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

The keening wind howled through the cracks in the old, abandoned house.

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

The keening wind echoed through the desolate landscape.

The keening wind whistled through the empty streets.

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

The keening wind echoed through the empty streets, adding to the eerie atmosphere of the abandoned town.

The marathon runner pushed through the pain with a keening determination, longing to cross the finish line.

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

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

The keening wind rattled the windows of the old haunted house.

The keening wind howled through the abandoned house, adding to its haunted atmosphere.

The wind howled through the empty streets, creating a keening sound.

The marathon runner felt a keening desire to cross the finish line and claim victory.

The keening of the wind could be heard through the cracks in the old wooden cabin.

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

The keening tone of his voice conveyed the depth of his heartbreak.