Keening

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

The mourners joined in a collective keening, their voices blending in a sorrowful chorus that echoed through the valley.

The piercing sound of keening could be heard from miles away, signaling the loss of a respected community leader.

The keening shriek of the fireworks lit up the night sky.

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 haunting sound of keening filled the air as the community gathered to mourn the loss of a prominent leader.

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