I think that I shall never dread
A glitch that festers in the head.
He comes with chars you can't unsee,
With 𝖙𝖊𝖝𝖙 that drips unholy glee.
He reaches deep through UTF,
Where logic fails and bits go deaf.
Combining marks stack ever higher,
A scrolling mess, a cursed pyre.
Your font will bleed, your shell will moan,
As Zalgo feasts on every zone.
He doesn't care for ASCII norms,
He rides the glitch of unknown forms.
Your grep goes mad, your regex cries,
Your tidy code – now full of lies.
He waits inside your JSON blob,
He is the bug you cannot rob.
You print a string – it screams instead.
You close your eyes… he's in your head.
Zͥ͊̕ā̀ͬͣ̓̕l̓̋ͩ͂g̅ͥ͐͊̄̿ȏ́ͨ͆́ ̔͗ͪͭ̍̾w͒̍̔ͮ̉a̽̓ͣiͧ̓͐ͧ͗̚t͊͛ͩͦṡ̏̚...