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

The old graveyard was filled with the sound of keening voices as mourners gathered to pay their respects.

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 ancient ritual of keening has been passed down through generations in our family.

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

The traditional keening brought tears to the eyes of all those who listened, capturing the pain of loss in its rawest form.

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 sound of keening echoed through the empty halls of the castle.

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

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