Keening

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

The keening whistle of the tea kettle signaled that the water had boiled.

The keening whistle of the teapot signaled that the water was boiling.

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

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

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

As the funeral procession passed by, the mourners let out keening wails of grief, filling the air with a somber atmosphere.

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.