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 keening cries of the bereaved could be heard at the gravesite.

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

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 mourners' keening filled the air as they bid farewell to their beloved friend.

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

The keening of mourners echoed through the somber church as they bid farewell to their beloved pastor.

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 lonely lighthouse emitted a keening beam of light that swept across the dark sea.

The old television emitted a high-pitched keening noise whenever it was turned on.

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.