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.

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

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

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

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

The village came together to perform the age-old keening ritual, a poignant tribute to their departed elders.

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

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

The ancient ritual involved keening to honor the spirits of the ancestors.

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

The haunting melody of the keening bagpipes played at the memorial service brought a sense of solemnity to the occasion.

The chilling keening of the banshee sent shivers down the spines of those who heard it.

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