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

The mournful keening of the women in black veils set a somber tone for the entire funeral procession.

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

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.

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

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

The sound of keening could be heard from afar, drawing people to the funeral grounds to pay their respects.

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

The keening of the grieving widow touched the hearts of everyone present, evoking a sense of empathy and compassion.