Keening

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

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

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

The keening aroma of freshly baked bread wafted through the bakery.

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

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

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