Which Fate?

Capitivated by the depths
of your eyes I can't escape.
You crowd me with your frightening size.
So this is my fate?
Murdered by a stalker
who never should've been given a gate?

The wind picks up to show
that the awaiting storm is coming.
Distracted as you are
I turn and take off running.
Heavy footsteps follow me through
the pouring rain and thundering.

Over at the docks I throw
myself off and get pulled under.
The waves bash me up against the posts
while I begin to wonder.
Will death come from the waves
or the stalker above with the thunder?