Keening

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

The keening screech of the brakes startled the pedestrians on the busy street.

The keening screech of the brakes startled the pedestrians on the sidewalk.

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

As the fog rolled in, a keening foghorn warned ships of the treacherous rocks ahead.

The keening of the steam whistle signaled the departure of the train from the platform.

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

The piercing sound of keening could be heard from miles away, signaling the loss of a respected community leader.

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

The keening sound of the foghorn guided ships safely through the thick mist.

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

The haunting sound of keening filled the air as the community gathered to mourn the loss of a prominent leader.

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