Keening

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

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

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

The women of the village gathered to keening when they heard the news of the shipwreck.

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

The lonely lighthouse emitted a keening beam of light that swept across the dark sea.

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

The haunting melody of keening echoed through the ancient ruins, commemorating the souls who had departed.

The haunting sound of keening echoed through the village as news of the tragedy spread.

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

The keening mother held her child's lifeless body, overcome with grief.