Keening

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

The keening cry of the baby echoed through the quiet night.

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

The keening mother clutched her child's lifeless body, unable to contain her grief.

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

The young girl gazed out the window with keening eyes, longing for her father's return.

The young girl gazed out the window with keening eyes, longing for the arrival of her absent father.

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

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

The keening howl of the lost child echoed through the forest, raising concern among the search party.

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.