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 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 grieving mother's keening echoed through the cemetery as she mourned her lost child.

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.

The ancient ritual involved participants keening together to honor their ancestors.

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

As the funeral procession passed by, the mourners let out keening wails of grief, filling the air with a somber atmosphere.

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

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

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