Keening

The mournful sound of keening filled the air as the funeral procession made its way to the cemetery.

The keening screech of the brakes startled the pedestrians on the busy street.

The keening wind howled through the cracks in the old, abandoned house.

The keening screech of the brakes startled the pedestrians on the sidewalk.

The keening wind echoed through the desolate landscape.

The keening wind whistled through the empty streets.

The keening wind echoed through the empty streets, adding to the eerie atmosphere of the abandoned town.

The keening of the steam whistle signaled the departure of the train from the platform.

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

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

The keening wind rattled the windows of the old haunted house.

The keening aroma of freshly baked bread wafted through the bakery.

The keening wind howled through the abandoned house, adding to its haunted atmosphere.

The wind howled through the empty streets, creating a keening sound.

The keening sound of the foghorn guided ships safely through the thick mist.

The keening of the wind could be heard through the cracks in the old wooden cabin.