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.

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 ancient ritual of keening has been passed down through generations in our family.

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

In ancient Celtic rituals, women would often keening during funeral rites to honor the departed.

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

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.