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.

The keening cries of the wounded soldier could be heard from the battlefield.

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

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

The air raid siren's keening pierced through the city, signaling imminent danger.

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

The piercing sound of keening could be heard from miles away, signaling the loss of a respected community leader.

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

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

The haunting sound of keening filled the air as the community gathered to mourn the loss of a prominent leader.

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.

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