Keening

The keening cry of the baby echoed through the quiet night.

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

The keening wind echoed through the desolate landscape.

The keening mother clutched her child's lifeless body, unable to contain her grief.

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 young girl gazed out the window with keening eyes, longing for her father's return.

The young girl gazed out the window with keening eyes, longing for the arrival of her absent father.

As the casket was lowered into the ground, the mourners erupted in heart-wrenching keening, expressing their sorrow.

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

The piercing sound of keening could be heard from miles away, signaling the loss of a respected community leader.

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

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

The keening howl of the lost child echoed through the forest, raising concern among the search party.

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

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

The haunting sound of keening filled the air as the community gathered to mourn the loss of a prominent leader.