One-Upmanship

(Shakespearean Sonnet) The blue-grass music blares from speaker's face as guys and gals entwine moon-round the floor, she sits alone, ignores the dancers' pace although her ears record the rhythm score. He begged her love; he painted instant fame. She nursed her song in dreams alive to wit, she trusted him to give the verse her name, and reasoned out they spun a perfect fit. With traitor's greed intense, he stepped aside, and claimed her song as his with no remorse. He left her raw, his chest out-puffed with pride. Disgraced, abased, her anger reinforced, she writes another song, recounts the tale, assured his star will now commence to pale.