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 bereaved could be heard at the gravesite.

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

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

The mourners' keening filled the air as they bid farewell to their beloved friend.

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 village came together to perform the age-old keening ritual, a poignant tribute to their departed elders.

The keening of mourners echoed through the somber church as they bid farewell to their beloved pastor.

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 keening aroma of freshly baked bread wafted through the bakery.

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.