I am deadly to consume, but you may find me in a traditional home. when a certain skeleton saw me in this traditional way he became perplexed, what am I?

Beautiful woman, they say am I. Enchanting the eye of every passerby. Careful, though! My sweetness conceals, A deadly kiss that the night reveals.

I wear a coat of green and drink the dawn like wine, I whisper underfoot and bend when you pass by, I carpet fields and playgrounds but never wear a crown.

I boasted great skill and dared a goddess to a weave. My skill shamed the gods, but my hubris brought blight. For now I’m condemned to spin, not cloth but thread, With many legs where once I tread, thus I weave my penance instead.

Arr, a tune that stirs the breeze, where salty tales meet the seas. Echoes from the sailor's chest, a hearty song that ne'er lets ye rest!