Keening

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

The keening cry of the baby echoed through the quiet night.

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

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

The keening wind echoed through the desolate landscape.

The keening mother clutched her child's lifeless body, unable to contain her grief.

The keening wind whistled through the empty streets.

The keening wind echoed through the empty streets, adding to the eerie atmosphere of the abandoned town.

The young girl gazed out the window with keening eyes, longing for her father's return.

The young girl gazed out the window with keening eyes, longing for the arrival of her absent father.

The artist painted with a keening heart, yearning to capture the beauty of nature on the canvas.

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

The old man sat by the grave, keening softly for his departed wife.

The haunting sound of keening filled the air as the people paid their respects to the fallen soldiers.

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 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 howl of the lost child echoed through the forest, raising concern among the search party.

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

The artist's brush moved across the canvas with a keening grace, expressing her deep longing for freedom.

The violinist played a sorrowful melody, evoking a keening tone from the instrument.

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

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