Keening

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

The keening whistle of the teapot signaled that the water was boiling.

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

The widow sat alone in her empty house, keening softly for the husband she had lost.

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

The haunting melody of keening echoed through the ancient ruins, commemorating the souls who had departed.