The Gravedigger Revamped

I fill up the hearts at night
The withering blood-red pools of fright,
Where you stand is holy ground,
The ground on which your father was found.

In the dark there was a cry,
A woman, some, thought it was by,
But when the guards of night watch came,
It was your father, just the same.

From the east, there was a light,
Much to many peoples delight;
A firework show to promote a grin,
The killer got away in the bright shining din.

I fill up the hearts at night,
Hoping no one will give a bewildering rite,
I let them in on the terrible news,
And from then I collect the overdue dues.

From the oustide of my home there came
A resounding crash, a timultinous flame,
I rounded aside to see his face,
In my window, near my place.

Terrified and cooking through
I sought the fire, and hence slew,
The man outside made his way,
Through my field, his chuckles gay.

I fill up the hearts at night,
With dirt, and grass, an uncanny sight,
What, from me, did this man want?
What do I have to make him hunt?

Perhaps it was the trinket I stole,
Perhaps it meant I held his soul,
Atop my mantle this trinket lies,
Every night it squeaks and cries:

Gravedigger...Gravedigger...Gravedigger...