Burning through the night in tightly wound skin

Layers upon layers to protect us all within

All these ships may as well be tombs

A final resting place for all of our deeds and sins

Miniature novas obliterate nearly half our fleet

Smashing into the unknown cloud at relativistic speeds

Denser medium; predicted and did all we could

No technology in our arsenal to deflect these micro-beasts

Critical mission failure not an option given our race's state

The children of Gaia: all their knowledge, dreams, and hopes must be saved

The only solace, this is the deceleration stage

Hitting a dust cloud at 3% the speed of light is quite the display

If there's a creator please forgive them

Those that killed and maimed us that we chose to leave behind

Facing extinction; make a collective decision to inflict upon this cloud

What was done to us out of pride

Purge!

Highly energized beams of radiation

Blast out from our bows directed at the cloud

A brilliant flash and its gone converted violently

A fire that would engulf all the earth

How fortunate are we to have only encountered

A cloud of such inconsequential matter

Burning forth again unhindered we will not surrender

To the rigors of the void

Purge!