Keening

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

The mourners swayed and chanted in a keening rhythm, honoring the memory of the deceased.

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

The old woman's keening wails pierced the quiet night, mourning the loss of her husband.

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

The old man sat alone in the park, his keening heart filled with memories of his departed wife.

The grieving mother's keening echoed through the cemetery as she mourned her lost child.

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

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

The keening shriek of the fireworks lit up the night sky.

The mourners wailed in keening voices, their sorrow filling the air at the funeral.

The lonely lighthouse emitted a keening beam of light that swept across the dark sea.

The mother's keening could be heard as she grieved over the loss of her child.

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

The old man's keening eyes reflected a lifetime of loss and regret.