A prayer for safety

I pray, small under the gaze of the Gods, that they may bless me with the weapons I need to inflict my heart’s fury
If I cannot yet be an armored daughter of Penthesileia, let me be a mare to pull the chariot of war until I grow in my ability to serve as a warrior.
I plead grant me your favor, Deimos, so I may strike dread into the hearts of men.
Bless me, Phobos, and turn yourself from my heart and instead into the hearts of men.
Ares guide my hand and gird me with courage so I may face my enemies with the fire of your essence.
Artemis, I pray you watch over me as you preserve your nymphs.
Enyo, look upon me favorably and take me to be a daughter of your arts and clamor.
Eris grant my hands the touch of discord to destroy those who would harm me.
Zeus, father, I pray you watch over me as a daughter, small and mortal, but loving of you as a father and a king.
Hera, queen of heaven, bless me with gentle hands and the acid of your wrath should I be betrayed.
Aphrodite open my heart, and cut off the heads of those who would seek to poison it, for you know of all the matters of the heart.
Hermes, make swift my feet and clever my being, to escape when I cannot raise my spear.