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 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.

The women of the village gathered to keening when they heard the news of the shipwreck.

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 keening aroma of freshly baked bread wafted through the bakery.

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.