Keening

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

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

The keening cries of the wounded soldier could be heard from the battlefield.

The old graveyard was filled with the sound of keening voices as mourners gathered to pay their respects.

The air raid siren's keening pierced through the city, signaling imminent danger.

As the casket was lowered into the ground, the mourners erupted in heart-wrenching keening, expressing their sorrow.

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

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

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

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

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

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