Keening

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

The keening wind howled through the cracks in the old, abandoned house.

The keening wind echoed through the desolate landscape.

The keening wind whistled through the empty streets.

The abandoned dog let out a keening howl, yearning for a loving home.

The abandoned puppy let out a keening howl, desperately yearning for someone to rescue it.

The wounded animal emitted a keening cry, pleading for help.

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

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

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

The keening howls of the wolf pierced the silence of the night.

The keening wind rattled the windows of the old haunted house.

The keening wind howled through the abandoned house, adding to its haunted atmosphere.

The keening cry of the wolf in the distance sent shivers down their spines.

The wind howled through the empty streets, creating a keening sound.

The wounded animal emitted a haunting keening sound in the distance.

The keening of the wind could be heard through the cracks in the old wooden cabin.