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 old graveyard was filled with the sound of keening voices as mourners gathered to pay their respects.

The abandoned dog let out a keening howl, yearning for a loving home.

The abandoned puppy let out a keening howl, desperately yearning for someone to rescue it.

The patient lay in the hospital bed, his keening thoughts consumed by the desire to be healthy again.

The wounded animal emitted a keening cry, pleading for help.

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 howls of the wolf pierced the silence of the night.

The keening cry of the wolf in the distance sent shivers down their spines.

The keening howls of the wolves echoed through the forest, creating an eerie symphony of sound.

The wounded animal emitted a haunting keening sound in the distance.

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

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.