Keening

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

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

The widow sat alone in her empty house, keening softly for the husband she had lost.

The old man sat by the grave, keening softly for his departed wife.

The haunting sound of keening filled the air as the people paid their respects to the fallen soldiers.

As the funeral procession passed by, the sound of keening echoed through the streets.