The Nephilim, the warriors, the elite

They wore few clothes
But cared for their top knot
Their hair was a mark of their class
They struck a vision
Before lesser men
They were immortal warriors
They were elite
They were not flesh
They wore no facade
They were different
Enoch knew them
Children of the elder Gods
Who built the earth
And high heavens
Slaves to none
When the human race was begun
They were the Nephilim
They were the warriors
They were the demi-Gods
Who remained
Here upon this earth
Where they thrived