sleeping hook

2

she is the kind of treasure
       that a map won’t give to you [x]

8

   With that, as the long spell of her enchantment came to an end, the Princess awaked; and looking at him with eyes more tender than a first sight of him might seem to excuse:—

   “Is it you, my prince?” she said. “You have been a long while coming.”

3

The e a r t h breaks, it falls and save your beat
I’d find myself swallowed, drowning in your h e a t