Keening

The sound of keening pierced the silence of the night, a heartbreaking lament for the deceased.

The keening wind howled through the cracks in the old, abandoned house.

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

The keening wind whistled through the empty streets.

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

The wind howled through the empty streets, creating a keening sound.

The keening of the wind could be heard through the cracks in the old wooden cabin.

The collective keening of the crowd created an atmosphere of deep sorrow and grief.

The keening voices of the choir brought tears to the audience's eyes.