I have to say: for a time I was poet of the Heoden people, dear to my lord. Deor was my name. For years I enjoyed my duties as minstrel and that lord’s favor, but now the freehold and land titles he bestowed upon me once he has vested in Heorrenda, master of verse-craft. That passed over, this can too.
The anunymus poet referenced his own life in the poem, or at least claims to. this segment tells us of him being a minstrel of a group of people called the Heoden, being overtaken Heorrenda. this may give a clue to the oragen of the poem.