As far as I know, which isn't very far, this form hasn't been used before (rhyme abccba, syllable count 8-6-4-4-6-8). The design drives intensity to the middle of the poem.
A blackbird flies before the moon, A life shall pass away; A death, a bird, Together stirred, Fused in a lunar ray; The wings of a fate falling soon.
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