Keening

The old woman's keening wails pierced the quiet night, mourning the loss of her husband.

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

The wanderer stood on the mountaintop, feeling the keening wind against his face, yearning for freedom and adventure.

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.

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

The village came together to perform the age-old keening ritual, a poignant tribute to their departed elders.

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

The ancient ritual involved keening to honor the spirits of the ancestors.

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

The traveler explored foreign lands with a keening spirit, constantly seeking new experiences.

The mother's keening could be heard as she grieved over the loss of her child.

The chilling keening of the banshee sent shivers down the spines of those who heard it.

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

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