Spider Poem by Svanhildur Njálsdóttir

I am the watcher
Looking in throw the glass
The tails that it tells me
In my tapestry I spin
I am seen but never noticed
Watching but ignored
Feeding from my tapestry
Hated but adored

I am the protector
From poisons most foul
and disease that will spread
Day and night I work
Feeding on those who'd feed
I would be called evil
Although I do a good deed

I am the demon
With fangs that can kill
Feared by many
and danger to few
To some who cross my path
I am an unfortunate foe
small but large with wrath