Sense Sonnet - Chiller

 The Tower

Tourist in Pisa, Italy,

To a tarotist I went to,

For my fortune be read to me.

It was The Tower card she drew,

And told me that grave danger would

Fall upon me, and very soon.

Though this news was not at all good,

She sold me beads to be immune.

I left her and walked over for

An attraction I'd not yet seen.

Closer I got to it, the more

I saw the tower, sure did lean.

My truth The Tower card did tell,

On me, Tower Of Pisa fell.