Keening

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

The keening wind whistled through the empty streets.

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

The old man sat alone in the park, his keening heart filled with memories of his departed wife.

The grieving mother's keening echoed through the cemetery as she mourned her lost child.

The ancient ritual of keening has been passed down through generations in our family.

In ancient Celtic rituals, women would often keening during funeral rites to honor the departed.

The mourners wailed in keening voices, their sorrow filling the air at the funeral.

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

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

The women gathered in the cemetery, their voices intertwining in a mournful keening that honored the departed.

The old man's keening eyes reflected a lifetime of loss and regret.