Keening

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

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

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

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 ancient ritual of keening has been passed down through generations in our family.

The mournful keening of the women in black veils set a somber tone for the entire funeral procession.

The young child stood by the graveside, keening for his pet dog that had passed away.

In ancient Celtic rituals, women would often keening during funeral rites to honor the departed.

The mourners wailed in keening voices, their sorrow filling the air at the funeral.

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.