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

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

The ancient ritual involved participants keening together to honor their ancestors.

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 haunting melody of keening echoed through the ancient ruins, commemorating the souls who had departed.