Keening

The mournful sound of keening filled the air as the funeral procession made its way to the cemetery.

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.

As the funeral procession passed by, the sound of keening echoed through the streets.

The women gathered in the cemetery, their voices intertwining in a mournful keening that honored the departed.