Keening

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

The mourners joined in a collective keening, their voices blending in a sorrowful chorus that echoed through the valley.

The traditional keening brought tears to the eyes of all those who listened, capturing the pain of loss in its rawest form.

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

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