While I did live, I food did give, which many one did daily eat. Now being dead, you see they tread me under feet about the street.
A mysterious, fantastic creature, It has one defining feature, And for humans at their worst, In their eyes it's just a horse
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 am white and I am black. I am fast and I am not fat. I confuse many people with my style. Who am I?