My First Sonnet (shakespearian style)

2nd Version; almost the same, but it makes a bit more sense now and I have punctuated it - 24/02/12

The lake freezes over fragility,
as innocence dies, water has no shade.
The old elm sheds leaves from reality
little time in which a dryad can fade.
The seasonal anger is clock work true.
Though no one knew she was going to bloom.
The icicles appeared leaving all blue
will Apollo help break into her tomb?
A tight little place between roots and shore.
Dear elm, why did you wait so long this year?
A princess must be a queen to the core
day break sparkle brings us the face of fear.
Our fragile spirit knows not our time
Even though the frost strikes, committing crime.


1st version (as of 23/02/12)

The lake freezes over fragility.
As innocence dies water has no shade.
The old elm sheds leaves from reality.
There is little time in which it can fade.
The seasonal anger is clock work true.
Though no one knew she was going to bloom.
The icicles appeared leaving all blue.
Will Apollo help break into her tomb?
A tight little place between roots and shore.
Dear elm, why did you wait so long this year?
A princess must be a queen to the core.
Day break sparkle brings us the face of fear.
Our fragile tree adheres to our time not
Even when the lake strikes to take her lot.