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When I first met Roy Williams, and it was not long ago;
I had just came up the Dojo’s steps, to see his weapons show.
He is a Black Belt Master of the old, true and tried;
the ancient peasants weapons by which many men have died.
There’s the Nunchaku and the Kama, the Curved Sword and the Bo!
along with the Sai and Tonfa, which in his hands do varily flow.
No matter what he takes in hand, it becomes a living thing and as
he directs them through their moves, you can hear his weapons sing.
Beneath the light thats known as “Black”, he weaves a web of strike
parry and attack!
In the glowing luminescence his flashing blade, will reveal to the eye
for just what it was made.
With a pair of nunchaku he creates an awesome sight and sound;
flipping, striking and swinging with a deftness profound.
Now! the most eerie sound that I’ve ever heard made; was the sound
of the air being cut ~ by his blade.
It’s an unforgettable sound, remembered over and over again;
the ancient sound of steel lightning, the last heard by many men.
As the light glints off this dancing blade, this sound would
bring delight to the “Marque De Sade”.
He’s a God fearing man, devoted to his art; a master of all
weapons, which he shows from the start.
Now! the kids they just love him, in him they delight;
as he holds them transfixed ‘neath the spell of black light.
With a swiftness undreamed of, and a grace undenied; he weaves a
web of enchantment that our hands shall see tried.
For it’s an unearthly beauty, an awesome darn sight; to
experience the display of his weapons as they glimmer in flight.
Yes! Roy Williams is a Master of all that enters his hands and
can teach with ease, how to, so everybody understands.
Quiet of manner, soft spoken of voice, pure concentration in action,
free spirit by choice.
He is the Master that gives his shows in the night; and spins a
web of true beauty, ‘neath a vail of blacklight.
Here’s to you Roy Williams, from the pen of a guy, that could
master no weapon, but give it a good try.
You do with a weapon what I try to do with a pen, and I’m glad to
have known you, and can call you a friend.
And when the switch is thrown down on my final day, I hope there
can be one thing left that I can really say; and that is that it was a pleasure
to know and to write, of the wonderous achievements of
THE MASTER UNDER LIGHT.