Keening

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

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

The keening cries of the bereaved could be heard at the gravesite.

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

The mourners' keening filled the air as they bid farewell to their beloved friend.

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 keening of mourners echoed through the somber church as they bid farewell to their beloved pastor.

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

As the funeral procession passed by, the mourners let out keening wails of grief, filling the air with a somber atmosphere.

The chilling keening of the banshee sent shivers down the spines of those who heard it.

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