Keening

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

The keening cry of the sirens warned us of the approaching storm.

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

The keening sound of sirens filled the air as the ambulance rushed through the city streets.

The keening sound of the ambulance siren signaled a tragedy unfolding on the streets.

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

The keening wail of the sirens signaled the approach of a dangerous storm.

The distant keening of the siren warned of an approaching storm.

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

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

The village came together to perform the age-old keening ritual, a poignant tribute to their departed elders.

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

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

The ancient ritual involved keening to honor the spirits of the ancestors.

The keening sound of the ambulance siren pierced through the busy city streets.

The sound of keening could be heard from afar, drawing people to the funeral grounds to pay their respects.

The collective keening of the crowd created an atmosphere of deep sorrow and grief.