Keening

The mournful sound of keening filled the air as the funeral procession made its way to the cemetery.

The mourners joined in a collective keening, their voices blending in a sorrowful chorus that echoed through the valley.

As the funeral procession passed by, the sound of keening echoed through the streets.

The keening aroma of freshly baked bread wafted through the bakery.

The women gathered in the cemetery, their voices intertwining in a mournful keening that honored the departed.

The haunting melody of keening echoed through the ancient ruins, commemorating the souls who had departed.