The metronome (second edit)

[Ryan_w_r]

Affixed on the flame, Of an old beeswax candle, -- Good detail on the candle
atop a silver tray, adorned with a filigree handle.
I stare hard and feel my eyes begin to burn,
Entranced by my pain, the mind begins to churn. -What does the pain feel like?
Thinking of life, the pain, and the stories that will be told.
stories well known, stories, centuries of old. --This rhyme seems unnatural
I sat there for hours watching the flame,
until the flittering light, of that old beeswax candle,
stopped at the silver tray, with the filigree handle. -
As I direct my attention elsewhere, I smile at an object with a familiar tone,
atop my piano sit mothers, beloved metronome. - some good assonance here.
So I sit at my piano, caressing those ivory keys, - ivory keys is a cliche use with caution
listening to the familiar song, that the metronome sings. - What are the details on this song of the metronome

Reminiscing of the days before i was grown,
Before I was this monster cold and alone.
Back when mother would play the piano ,On a Erard baby grand,
While father and I stood near listening, Holding hand in hand.
We were truly a happy family, before the blood feast started,
now I'm left here for eternity, morning my dearly departed.
I remember the day so vividly, I was reading "A Midsummer's Night Dream".
When my ear caught the sound, of my mother's deathly scream.
My mother and father, they both lay emptied on the floor,
gazing across the room, i saw a dark figure at the door.
I knew right then and there, that my time had come to expire,
The figure I saw was a bent, pale, and old.. vampire.
Trembling in fear, I called out to the monster, - I'm weary of vampires but I'll try to keep an open mind.
"Kill me now, I've nothing left to lose!"

To which he quietly replied,

"no my child, I've different plans for you".

he took me away to his castle, built of blood, pain, and fear.
The only comfort i felt, was in allowing me to bring mothers beloved metronome here.

I find myself again, sitting at my piano,
In love with the song that the metronome sing,
In front of me, my life dangling by a string,
attached to the tip, of that pendulum swing.
Saddened by the thoughts of the lives I could not save,
I picked up the metronome and went to visit their gave.
Standing at my mothers headstone, i want nothing more then to cry,
But can't, I'am empty, there is nothing left inside.
So i put the metronome down, and say a brief preyer. -- Is this supposed to be a pun?
remembering the day she was taken, my midsummers nightmare. -- I would get rid of the midsummers nightmare it sounds like a bad movie. There is a bit of elitism in me I suppose

-the metranome

The metronome is an interesting image to work with. You present us with vampires but to your favor you do try to humanize the creatures. Consider looking into meter if you are interested in making poems that flow and rhyme very well. When you have to strain your language to rhyme (and I have done this) it makes the poem sound cheesey. My two cents...

I edited everything you mentioned.. Other than the "midsummer's nightmare" sorry haha couldn't do it.. Thanks again I like it more now.