The Heir Apparent Part III

Wallowing in the mire, inhaling the night
It sanctifies an unsettled, mystified sight
Cleansing the heart of the plea it dreads
Worshiping the ground that strife treads

Trembling fears shake a weak foundation
Shivers come to grips with a growing debt
It sweats out concerns of a nagging regret
The quivering reminds us of its stagnation

A winding road of heavy burdens is near
On the cusp of its destiny's final descent
The reckoning of its commitment is here
It prepares to feel it to the fullest extent

Heeding the call it is compelled to obey
Fleeing virtue, its dignity has lost its way
It entered the fray, it knows it can't stray
Adrift, an ethical conscience lost its way