Sense Sonnet - Chiller

 Davy Jones

I am called Davy Jones and sail

The Flying Dutchman haunted ship.

At ocean's bottom I avail

My locker for doomed as they slip

From ocean's top and pulled deep down,

Locked in my locker evermore,

Destination for all who drown,

Till Judgement Day so says folklore.

I'm a hand of heaven, some tell.

Purgatory, my locker be.

But most do say I work for hell.

For lost souls, the devil pays me.

My locker awaits each doomed new.

I'll be there to welcome doomed you.