Keening

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

The mourners swayed and chanted in a keening rhythm, honoring the memory of the deceased.

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

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

The women of the village gathered to keening when they heard the news of the shipwreck.

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 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 sound of keening echoed through the village as news of the tragedy spread.

The keening mother held her child's lifeless body, overcome with grief.