Keening

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

The keening cry of the baby echoed through the quiet night.

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

The keening mother clutched her child's lifeless body, unable to contain her grief.

The young girl gazed out the window with keening eyes, longing for her father's return.

The young girl gazed out the window with keening eyes, longing for the arrival of her absent father.

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 aroma of freshly baked bread wafted through the bakery.

The keening howl of the lost child echoed through the forest, raising concern among the search party.

The haunting melody of the keening bagpipes played at the memorial service brought a sense of solemnity to the occasion.

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

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

The haunting melody of keening echoed through the ancient ruins, commemorating the souls who had departed.

The keening voices of the choir brought tears to the audience's eyes.