I met a traveller from an antique land
Who said: "Two vast and trunkless legs of stone
Stand in the desert. Near them on the sand,
Half sunk, a s͏ha̷t̢t͟ere͞d visage lies, whose frown
And wrinkled l͍͖̞̯̭̩̤̱͕͑ͮ̒̂̐̍̇̊ͫ̃́ͮ͆̿̓̔̊̚ͅi̱͓̤͙͖͎̹͓͍̮͖̋ͮ̏͋̄͆̍ͦ̂ͪ͐̑͛̀p͓͖̟̳̗͈̟̮̲̣͓̥ͯ̃̐͛ͧͅ and sneer of c̏ͭ̋̒̓̔ͦö́͏l̄ͯdͯͯ̇̾ ̄̈́̃̀̈́ͩcͦ͒͟ō̐ͦ̽̀̏̃m̧ͪ͌mͪ́̓̅̈̋á̾ͧ͋̇n̿̈́̎ͯ̚d̐ͤͭ͘
Tell that its sculptor well those passions read
Which yet su͜rv̛iv͢e, ̴sta̸mpe͠d̵ on these lifeless things,
The hand that mocked them and the heart that fed.
And on the p̗̭̬̰̜e̺̟̠̤̠͙͕d̜̝e͉̯͔s͎̯̯̪t̺͚̤̼̗̜a̝͈̗̯ͅl͖̠̩ͅ t̙̙̱he̘̤̥̞̥s̫̻̻̥e ̥̱̫w̥͇̯̮̤̘o͕̼̖̙̠͓̗r͍̙̩d̠̩̰̩͉͕ͅs̤̟̳̱̞͕͕ appear:
`̶̡̥͇͉͎͇̈́ͦ̌ͅM͓̫̟͔͉͚̳̠͊̐ͥͧ̈́́y̦̝̯ͣ̾̓̚ͅ ̈ͩ̽ͮͪ҉̭͓͚̪͇̥ñ̴̞̬͕̖͓͙ͥ͌̓͗͌ͫ̀̕ḁ̢̦̳̖͋̿̐́m̛͎̞̣̣̯̲̩͋ͨ̈́̄͌ͪͨ̚͢e̛͖̻̫͎͔ͧ̅ͤͯ ̘̯̣̻͍̦͚͉̊̾ͯͨ̽ͅi̧̛̳̮̺͇̺̦͉ͮ̇͗͌͊͘s̨̥ͭͥ̀̅͂̈́͢ ̴̷̫͇͓̩͙ͮͬ͂̾̓̅̈́͢O̵̭̗͔̪̼̤̟̼̜̤̩̗͓̣͓͉͎͌̑ͣ̅̆̊̊̉̉̈ͧ͐̃͊̌ͧ͘͞ͅz̛̛ͣ̒̍̊̑͏̹̜̥̪́͠y̧̱̠̠̩͕̞̺̳̤͑ͦ͋͑̒͛̚m͍̰̯̙͙̱̜̩̹̪̥͈͕̫̰̠͙͂͛ͦ̃̋ͭ̂̋ͨͥͪ̈ͩͦ́͡͞a̴̷̧̝͙̞̩̦̩̩͚̘͚̱͌͆ͪ̒̽ͨ͞͞ņ̵̖̣̮̺͈̯͓̫͖̫͕͚̘̘̗̭͓̐͐̏͛̄̋̃̓̀d̷̨̨̜̣͕͖̺̭͕̰̥̅ͪ͗ͦ͂̅ͤ̾ͦ̑̈́́̌͝i̾ͯ̒͂̉͗́͏̹̠͚̱̠͕̘̥̖́a̸̘̗̥̥͇̜̬͍͇̯̽̑͋̑͜͢͠ͅs̴̶̸̗͚̻͎͈͚͈̺̳͓̺̱͓̘͙͙̳̅̓̀́ͅ,̴̦̠͔̘̝͈̊̋̏ͧ̒͑̑̀͢͢͠͞ ͆̈́̽ͭ̈́̆̽̾͌̆̆̋̐ͤ͏̀͝͏͙͓͈̙̪̬̮̦̠̖͓̳̹̟̼̕ͅK̸͍̜̖͍̠͍̜͖͂̋ͮ͝i̸̮͇̭̣̫͕͔̊ͪ̊n̨̫̏͗͒͡g̶͚̻̹͚̓́ ̷̸̹̞̜̝̯̘͙̾o͕͇̣̔̐̽ͧ̔̉̄͝f̵̦̻̲ͤ̐ ̦̟̹͉̯̎͗̾̐͟͞K̵̷͇̗̩̘̣ͥͪͧͫ̀̔ͭͬͅĭ̛͓͉͑͋͢͞n̸̸̞̞͇̏̏͗̈́͛ĝ̰̦̜̟̖̞̮ͫ͒̕͜s͓͖͉̰͈͕̪̠͋͂͆̀̿:̨̹̜̤̻͔̥͇̩ͪ̊͡
L̼͙̝̆ͦ͐̀ͅo̟̍̓̌͐̾̏ͧ͛o̤̻̖͚̠ͫ̔̓̊̔͆̈̔͌͘k̸̸̢̻̠̲͙̺̻̊ͨ ̒ͦ͒̾̓̏̊̚҉̟̘͕̺̘̰͘͢ͅo̱͍̞ͮͯ͌ͮ̆̈́͒͂͡͞ņ̧̣̺̙̼̱̣̈̒̿͒̆ͭ̾̏̃͢ ̧̭̮̼̝͚ͦ̆͑m̛̦̼͕̘͉̙̹͖̹ͣͮͪ͞y̓̎̅͆ͮ̄̚͏̨̙͇̺̳͓̝́ ̢̼̗͈͔̥̪͔̠̐̀ͭ̊w̴̛͎͇͕̅̐͐̓́o̪̫̖̯͌̉r̵̟̤̮̮̖̽̿̽̃k̥͖͙̦̞͍̥̞̝̃ͧ̅͊̉͞s̴̨̫̲͉̗̅͑ͯ̾̀̆,̢̺̗̐̏̊͘ ̠͚̬̖͕͉͔̳̐̑̎ͮͅy͉̗̗̜̦͖̑ͮ̑͊̑ͨ̕͠e̶̡̘̪̤̯͔̹͗̀͘ ͍͈̭̤͈̭͚̦̅͐̄͐̾ͮḿ̻̗͑͑͗͝ͅi̅̓ͭ̄ͨͩ҉̞̰ģ̨̊̍͏̮̟͖̮̭̠̳͚̩h͋͊҉̹ţ̶̺̟ͩ̌y̷̦̮͙̥ͨͧ̾ͧ,̷̺͕̪͎̈́̉͊ͧ̈́ą̸̧̪̹̹̭̥̦̝̬̝̘̙͚̗͈̖͉͆̍ͮ͊̌́̃ͣ̑̋ͮ̈́͊̆̀ͧ͢ͅn̤͉͙̠͙͇̯̱̱͕̭̜̯̆ͥ͌ͫ͆̈̕ď̛͇͖̳̜̙̦̫̦̼͓̫̺̯̭ͬͤ̐̓ͮ͛̑̑́͢͠ͅ ͤ̋̔̌̔ͥͯ͋̊̒̄̍̌ͫ̚͏̧̭̣̜̯͙͜͠d̢̢̪̮̼̱͎̩̱̩͍̑̓̏͒ͩ̊͗͋̇̽ͬ̌̑ͫͩ̐͟e̸̡̝̺̙̦̞͈̬͚̬̭̞͚̣̘̪̝̔ͣ̆̇̒͊̎ͪ̄͗͛͆͞ͅs̴̛͖͈͍̬̙͇͓͖̜̫̞͓̖̺͚̬̠̞̬ͯͮ̒ͬͨͮ́ͥ̚͜p̵̡̿̐ͫ̒̆̌̊̑ͧͨ̆̈́̚҉̭̞͖̤̜̝̬̝̙̗̰̼͓̳͚̝͡a̧̠͓̗̤̖͉̦͔̗̣̘͎̞̜͖͉͎̫͋̓̃̍̏ͥͭ̂́ͯ̾̿͑̿́ị̴͙̝̯̬͖͖̺̘͚̎͌̇̒ͭͯͩͪͫ̚͢ͅr̶̴̸̼̟̳̼͕̞̮̟̜̬͍̝̲͗͛̊ͤͨͫ̽̆͒!̦͈̺͓̣͍̬̮̮͎̼͕̼̙̞̼͙̾̍ͣ̉̂ͦ̎ͬ͌̕͟͡͞'̨͚͍͇̤̼̰́́̔ͯͩ͐͂͗̇̏ͨ͂̚͜
Nothing beside remains. Round the decay
Of t̬̲͋̓͆̓͊h͍̮͍̪͓͙͘a̗̤̰̤͍͆̃͛́̂ͪ͜ẗ̳́ ͓̺̪̟͗̌̂c̝̻̩̰̝̮͕o͔͎͒̀̽̈͆̉ͩ͟l̍̂ͫ̎̾̂͆o̧̩͗̌̇̃s̵̮̺̭ͤ̎s͎̳͉̜ͤ́ͭ̌̃̀å̱ḽ̨̫̠͔̒ͣ͐ͥ̐̇ͅ ̯͉͙̼ͤ̾͐̃ͫ̃̈w̬̼͇̪̳̗̳̉ͤͭ͒r̳̲̱̲̦ͦ̑̄̚͠e̗̙͆̐ͥ͌ͨ͟c̜ͥ̈́͗ͩ̓̾͑k̺͍̹̣͇͡,̰̪ ̰͕͍̪̦͇̟͗b̪͓͆̍ͫͫo̭̥ư̗ṅ̮̙͕͇̱͇̲̄͌ͦ͊̈̊d̺̮̰͙l͔̮̪̘ͨͣ̉͛̐̿ê̴͇̰̖̟͊̍ͣ̋͐ŝ̮ͧ͒͌͐s̗̘̹̻͕̥̾̈́ͭ̀̊ and bare,
The lone and l͢evel ̴s̸ands̨ st͡r̸e͢ţch͘ far away". S̮̯̩̞pirȉ̡̈́̉t̗̰͔͋̽ͤ̉͗͑ ̢̣̇͗Ğ̮̠̹͚̩̬̃ͥ̄ͨ̿́a̳̬̝̹̝̗ͯ̅m̓̔̐es̞̓͛ͬͥͭ̆,͎̞̼͎̼͒͛͐̀͛ͣ̂ͅ ̱̥̦̤̜̥͗ͪͬ̌͞7̷͔̙͓̠̭p͉̪̩m̱̝ͭ͟
