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.

The keening whistle of the tea kettle signaled that the water had boiled.

The keening whistle of the teapot signaled that the water was boiling.

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

The keening voices of the choir conveyed the deep sorrow of the funeral service.

As the casket was lowered into the ground, the mourners erupted in heart-wrenching keening, expressing their 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.

The somber, keening notes of the bagpipes filled the air at the memorial service, evoking a sense of solemnity and remembrance.

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.