Unslaked

Then, like wolves ravening in a black fog, whom mad malice of hunger hath driven blindly forth, and their cubs left behind await with throats unslaked; through the weapons of the enemy we march to certain death, and hold our way straight into the town. Night's sheltering shadow flutters dark around us.

With throats unslaked, with black lips baked: / We could not laugh nor wail.

His blood lust yet unslaked (pardon the pun), the duke has the duchess executed[…].