The smooth onyx of my back is interrupted only by the ruby hourglass

It marks the end of my mate’s life and the beginning for my children.

I need no male for my eggs to be alive. I get my own food from my tangled web.

So much time and emotion goes into my home, always renovating never moving.

Males. They are weak they don’t stand a chance against my deadly
kiss.

I am as strong as my rock hidden home you can not get rid of me if I won’t leave

My children eat each other and you weak humans want no war.

Why bother trying? If I don’t want to lose my love maybe I shouldn’t try to find it