Answer:
What weaves webs as they grow?
It is worldwide, but once only a spider could weave one
My first master has four legs, my second master has two. My first I serve in life, my second I serve in death. Tough I am, yet soft beside. Against ladies cheeks I often reside.
Take one out and scratch my head I am now black but once was red.
When the son of the water returns to the parent, it dies. What is it?
What is so fragile that saying its name breaks it?