Welcome to my Gravesite II

Greetings, intruder, may I inquire what you are doing at the base of the dying oak?
I feel every shovelful of the earth that you poke;
The dozen decades I conceal, wrapped within my funeral vest,
Do you think you can penetrate that treasure, and in that end are you obsessed?

You toppled my marker, and the eternal rest you dare disrupt,
Now, you trample my sanctuary and all that I once worshiped;
My lips can not utter, and I can not speak,
But retribution is justified, and holy havoc I shall wreak!

Moonlight bathes me, and I once again feel the sky,
And I doth protest! The horrid rebirth is a damnable outcry!
The surface--you damn grave-robbing fiend--and now my soul secretes,
But you will join the eternal brethren, as your own life essence I now deplete!

(this is a follow-up to the first poem written on January 14, 2005 and posted on this site)

http://www.poems-and-quotes.com/dark/poems.php?id=240647