Answer:
Whoever makes it, tells it not. Whoever takes it, knows it not. Whoever knows it, wants it not
A horrid monster hides from the day, with many legs and many eyes. With silver chains it catches prey. And eats it all before it dies. Yet in every cottage does it stay. And every castle beneath the sky.
I'm not really more than holes tied to more holes. I'm strong as good steel, though not as stiff as a pole.
What binds two people yet touches only one?
What can you catch but not throw?
Brings the sky a lot closer.